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Kelly H

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2025

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Kelly H

Submitted to Contest #322

Ana silently thanked Ms. Jones for pairing her with Lisa. She needed a bridge into the social circle of this new school, and her hopes grew when Lisa invited her over to study. But with each echoing step under the vaulted ceilings, Ana felt that bridge breaking.Down an arched hallway and into a kitchen more immaculate than her Abuelo’s church, this was a mansion no matter what Lisa said. The sun poured in through the many windows, creating lattice shadows on the empty marble countertops. The kitchen’s stainless steel and brass-plating shone ...

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Clip-clop, Clap-clap

Kelly H

Submitted to Contest #318

A trail of sweat slid down Steven's neck and along his spine. It would have tickled him except he was busy being miserable and nervous. August in Florida makes everyone question their life choices, and Steven was no exception. He surveyed the crowd of waiting performers. Most tugged at their elaborate and heavy costumes to create some tiny bit of air circulation. The more heavily made-up cast members already had streaks of sweat cutting through the artful face painting. Steven was lucky in that regard with his simple, lightweight uniform. T...

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Summer Ending

Kelly H

The suitcases were all wrong. Coal pushed his muzzle into the largest bag, puffed out to clear his nose and then inhaled deeply. The mix of odors -- familiar and strange, faint and strong -- did not match anything in his mental catalogue. Coal anticipated everything about his humans, and the pack traveled often during these longest days. He could sniff out a family road trip from a quick overnight at Grandma’s. This was neither. The rumble of the returning truck broke his focus. He abandoned the suitcase investigation and trotted to the fron...

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Queen Victoria

Kelly H

Submitted to Contest #312

Her voice rang out across the football field though she hadn’t yet moved her lips. Victoria steadied the cheap crown on her head and searched for the source. She looked up to the jumbotron for the video montage. They'd interviewed all the court nominees, and she'd beautifully feigned humility just like in the practice sessions with Emmy. Nothing on the jumbotron. Not a word into the microphone. Yet her voice filled the cool night air. It rose and stretched out on the "thank you sooooo much" and then dipped for the slow, sincere "to everyo...

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