Kelly Ellen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

307 karma pts

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“Have any spare time?” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #159

“Please, sir,” Ayla said. Her face now a deep maroon with tears soaring down her hollowed cheeks. Her eyes darted back and forth between the man's blank expression and her wrist that carried a constantly dimming wristwatch. “There is really nothing more I can do.” said the expressionless man as if he had much better, much more interesting things to do. Instead, he was stuck behind his cherry wood desk, in his...

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“Our Home” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #85

“Don’t you think it would make more sense to move the robot over to the other corner, out of the way?”, the dark haired woman said as she moved her newborn baby boy to the other shoulder and continued patting his back. “Whatever you say, honey!”, her husband said as he eagerly moved the robot over to the newly preferred corner. Tyler was just so excited to be a dad and to be moving into their first home....

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“The Robed Woman ” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #79

Trigger warning: This story contains non-explicit depictions of physical and emotional abuse. How did we get here? My brother and sister are playing with the other two younger boys. The view of the beach is amazing from here! The boys and their father live here and we were all invited to come over to enjoy their huge beach house. The father was a friend of our m...

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“Hot Water” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #78

From the drop down menu I find the “hot teas” section. Click.The first option is “chai latte”. Click.Change the size to venti, 4 pumps chai, modify regular milk to soy milk. Click, click, click.“Thank you! Your order will be ready in 5-7 minutes. Please give the barista your name.”---The weather is perfect outside so I am going to take my computer out to the back porch and set up for a morning of responding to emails, browsing social media and maybe ...

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“Dear Diary” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #78

Trigger Warning: This story contains non-explicit depictions of physical abuse. Dear Diary, The counselor said I should keep a journal or diary or whatever you call this. He thought it may be good for me to write out my thoughts and experiences. How many experiences could a 13 year old kid have in the suburbs? I guess this all started when I came to school last week with a bruise ...

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“Counting the Snow” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #77

She touches her window. Each finger from both hands must touch the cold glass once, pressing into it with a precise amount of pressure. If it is not the right pressure then we will just have to start over. Right hand one, two, three, four, five. Left hand one, two, three, four, five. Then she rubs her fingers one by one against her thumb. Right hand one, two, three, ...

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“The Moon and Her Brother” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #77

The smell of pork and dumplings fill my nostrils and make me audibly groan in hunger. The rice is steaming in the corner of the small kitchen covered in beige walls and family photos. Even after 19 years I am still just as eager to allow the rich scent of traditional China to surround and comfort me. I have to remember this solace every evening when the rush starts. Working in a restaurant in Hong Kong i...

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“Wishing on Green Eyes” by Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #76

Wishing on Green Eyes “You can tell me anything, you know that.” Man, if only that had been a possibility years ago. How would my life be different now? Would I want to change anything, or did my whole life lead up to this point. I'm staring at green eyes. My god! Those green eyes, I have wanted to tell him since I can remember how I feel about his green eyes. They sp...

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Author bio

Name: Kelly Age: 28 Tea and book lover Sometimes I imagine one day having a book of short stories or poems published and I think about what I'll say inspired me. I'll have to admit that I first knew that I had a love for writing stories when I finished the book Because of Winn-Dixie and loved it so much that I re-wrote the entire book into my spiral notebook, titled it the same and was fully convinced that I wrote an epic novel.