Kelly Pawlik

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (7)

7 Stories

146 karma pts

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“The Bagmen” by Kelly Pawlik

Submitted to Contest #84

Cigarette smoke hung in the air. A floral bedspread was bunched up at the bottom of the bed. Wrinkled white sheets covered the lumpy mattress. A painting of a grassy field hung on one of the wood panelled walls. A notebook and an ashtray sat on a small table.Gary took a long drag on his cigarette and closed his eyes. He imagined he was somewhere that wasn’t a cheap motel room. He exhaled and opened his eyes, but the scene before him hadn’t changed. He tapped the cigarette against the cheap black ashtray and watched as the ashes scattered int...

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“Kiss-Off Pie” by Kelly Pawlik

Submitted to Contest #79

Her eyes adjusted to the dark room. Janice looked at the clock. Eleven thirty-seven. There was another knock at the door. Jason was already out of bed and pulling on his blue robe. It hadn’t been an angry knock. She was sure of that.“Stay here,” he said quietly.Janice sighed and listened intently. She could just make out Jason’s footfalls as he padded down the carpeted stairs. She heard him open the door. There were muffled voices.She frowned and slid her feet into her pink slippers as she got out of bed.“Janice! Go check on Laura now!”...

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“Wreath” by Kelly Pawlik

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #78

Cora snipped a few branches of eucalyptus and smiled. She was pleased with the plant, which flourished under her care. Normally Cora would have placed the greenery in her basket, but she already had a large collection of assorted pine and fir branches next to her work table, and this wreath was a simple one. “I’m really not sure why you won’t even try it.” “I don’t want to, Mom,” sighed Charlette as she fussed with the end of her long blond braid. Cora smiled, remembering her own similar nervous habit from so many years go. She turned back ...

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“My Friend, Cluckster” by Kelly Pawlik

Submitted to Contest #78

Benny dropped his backpack to the ground and glanced around before opening the latch on the small coop in his backyard. He’d made the whole thing himself out of scrap wood and some chicken wire. He pulled the apple slices he’d saved from his breakfast out of his pant pocket and dropped them into the cage. “Here you go Cluckster,” he said. The bird’s red comb bobbed as he pecked greedily at the morsels of food, but didn’t look at Benny. Benny studied the creature. He’d hoped his feathers would have filled in a bit more by now, but his scal...

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“Snow Day” by Kelly Pawlik

Submitted to Contest #77

The snow fell softly outside. A perfect blanket of white.Marcy was propped up on the couch, a colourful wool blanket tucked around her.“Do you have any fives?” Sarah asked.“Go fish,” replied Marcy.She watched as Sarah drew a card from the pile on the TV tray between them. Sarah was sitting in the green armchair, which she’d pulled closer to the couch.It was strange to see Sarah in a sweater. Normally the two of them were dressed in shorts and t-shirts. They would bike all over town and sometimes even venture into the woods. Then the summer w...

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“Cold Day at the Office” by Kelly Pawlik

Submitted to Contest #77

Jack heaved a sigh as he rubbed between his brows. He could hear the distant ringing of a telephone in the outer office. His eyes ached and his back hurt from the old chair. He looked up from the journals and ledgers. The office was empty now. Even the last of the receptionists had gone home for the weekend, but the partners insisted the McCauleigh account be balanced by Monday morning. Jack hated going home late on a Friday, but he knew his wife would like him coming into work tomorrow even less. He frowned at the window and wondered when ...

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“Private Ice” by Kelly Pawlik

Submitted to Contest #77

Jefferson frowned out the window. Fat, fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky. A thick white blanket covered the uneven ground. He blinked a few times in quick succession and turned to look around the cabin. It was a small one room building with two cots, a wood stove, a small table with two chairs, and a tiny kitchen area. The beds were neatly made. A bowl of canned fruit salad sat half eaten on the table. The wood stove was cold and unused. Outside the snow fell fast. Jefferson looked down at his grey Hall and Oates t-shirt and jean shorts. ...

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Author bio

Kelly Pawlik dabbled with story writing from a young age. She spent her childhood reading, dressing her beloved cat, Midnight, up in doll clothes and hunting garter snakes in the backyard. Her childhood dream was to be a writer and she is proud to be making her fiction debut with Olympic Vista Chronicles. Kelly is a tabletop roleplaying game (TTRPG) writer and has released multiple RPG supplements with her husband under their micro-publishing company, Dire Rugrat Publishing. She has also contributed to several best-selling works with Kobold Press. Kelly lives on Vancouver Island, BC with her husband, their three inquisitive children, and two lazy cats. http://olympicvistapublishing.com/ https://www.facebook.com/kellypawlikauthor/ https://www.instagram.com/kellypawlikauthor/ https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19878855.Kelly_Pawlik http://direrugrat.com/dire-rugrat-publishing/kelly-pawlik/

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #78

Wreath – read story