Kelly Dennison

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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“corroded stardust ” by Kelly Dennison

She looked relatively normal, he noted. Though, Alex had been doing this job long enough to know that his own preconceived notions surrounding appearance were typically dashed the moment they started telling their story if they chose to do so.  She was laying on her back, her shirt already off and her eyes closed, breathing deep.  “Hey there. I’m Alex. I’m the artist assigned to you as par...

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“Andromeda” by Kelly Dennison

I could feel him anxiously fretting about downstairs, waiting while I finished packing up my mom’s small, portable telescope. I had my own, of course.  Undoubtedly an upgraded version with a stellar digital camera. But for this trip, the sentimentality of using my late mother’s battered and beloved gear just felt so appropriate.  “You’ll be okay, Andy.” A forced declaration instead of an agitated question.A father, a forlorn figurehead, trying his honest best to reassu...

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“an ocean of choices ” by Kelly Dennison

The hotel corridor smells musty, like that wet towel you just can’t get the mildewed smell out of, no matter how many times you throw it in the wash. The pictures on the wall, hung evenly at eye level with absolutely zero artistic distinctiveness, are banal and unoriginal. One of the overhead bulbs is flashing that classic garish yellow at irregular beats, almost matching the cadence of my rattled heart. I can hear the ice machine relentlessly whirring a few doors back. How ironic that this simple, tr...

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“the chemist ” by Kelly Dennison

It had arrived. Months of self-imposed confinement, however, did very little to prepare me for the accompanying shipping agent of the package.  “Don’t tell me they saw fit to send a little girl to protect something this valuable,” I sneered, hoping to inject enough venom in my voice to sting just a little.  I waited for a response as I searched her ...

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“the physics of magnetism ” by Kelly Dennison

With a long-suffering sigh, Leila put her pencil down next to her open notebook, closed her eyes, and began the arduous process of massaging out the cramp at the base of her right thumb. Taking a moment to breathe, her mind, which was already exhausted from a day full of demanding lectures, struggled to catch up with all the material she’d written down for her upcoming project.   The library was about to ...

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“moore hall ” by Kelly Dennison

Muckloon Hill, Ireland 1923 Little Neasa, who her family affectionately called Nee, was in the garden taking a solitary lunch under the Blackthorn tree. As far as she knew, they were the only household for leagues that had one prominently displayed in the front of their estate. Her mother, skillful at feigning religious piety outside of the home, had instilled in young Nee a soft and clan...

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“a lucky break” by Kelly Dennison

As Audrey ambled down the side streets on her way to pick up her desperately required morning Chai, she closed her eyes and tilted her head up to meet the sun. It had been days and days of rain. Of clouds and thunder and fog and mist. Now, as she soaked in those brilliant rays, she could feel her soul lift. Like a flower converting the radiant energy of the sun into useful chemical energy, her step quickened, and her smile grew. Today HAS to be the day, she willed, sending her affirmation ...

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“the villain ” by Kelly Dennison

He supposed he would always be cast in this light. A villainous figure upsetting the naïve tranquility of the small towns and cities he would be sent to. Oh, how he envied the unenlightened. The folk who had seen but not understood the consequences of humans playing gods and of divine agency disrupting these affairs.  Sure, there were always traces of witchcraft woven into stories the villagers would whisper at the inns....

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“Lyra ” by Kelly Dennison

As the riptide beat my body through the current, twisting and distorting my shape, my stomach clenched in a fear so primal I would have screamed if my lungs weren’t already full of saltwater. I was losing my battle with consciousness as wave after wave of water assaulted my face, unrelenting in its singular pursuit to keep me under. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t logic my way out of this immi...

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“margins” by Kelly Dennison

I like to think myself possessed of a certain degree of composure and poise. I work tirelessly at a law firm, dedicating myself entirely to my clients while working on their cases. I stare down grown men on the daily. Regularly repel their verbal insults to my character solely due to my gender and that I dare have the temerity to be better and often more prepared then they are when presenting my cases.  I...

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“the medium” by Kelly Dennison

“I’d like to start by explaining to you how I conduct my readings,” I begin. “As a medium, I essentially act as a spiritual transistor of sorts. A channel between your loved one that has passed, and your tangible reality.” I continue along this boilerplate explanation as my mind is already starting to drift into an altered state. First, I take a moment to internally roll my eyes at my own...

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“walking sideways ” by Kelly Dennison

Trigger warning - talk of murder and implied abuse. My lawyer advised – no, demanded, that I take a reprieve from the endless parade of reporters and journalists and well-intentioned acquaintances. That I allow myself some space to process what was about to come. A storm that had every intention to blow me over if I let it.   I was overwhelmed. Weighed down by the burden of proof that lie...

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“run.” by Kelly Dennison

  It was mid-day and the sun was high in a cloudless sky. There was a sharp bite in the air, as the season was turning. She loved running in layers, with her shin-high socks and light windbreaker. The chilly air wiping past her face, reddening her cheeks and chapping her lips. It was this routine that made her feel most alive.   10   She’d taken this particular running route, with its small inclines and even pavement, more times than she could count. Knew without looking th...

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“the language of flowers” by Kelly Dennison

Hunter eyed her windowsill critically. Truthfully, she knew there was no more room. Ever the pragmatist, she quickly catalogued her ever growing inventory of houseplants. She couldn’t find it in herself to care about the troubling pattern of these lovely new additions. She’d make room, she knew. Somewhere. Maybe there was a lonely shelf in the bathroom?  She heaved a sigh and plopped into her kitchen cha...

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New to writing and creative endeavors. Enjoying the massive talent on this website and sharing my own pieces of fiction...