Kelsey Marie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Times Up” by Kelsey Marie

Submitted to Contest #103

The clock on the mantel struck 4:50 A.M. His eyes fixated on the clock as he clenched his blood soaked chest. Frantically he begins to scan the oddly disheveled room. He started leaving bloodied fingerprints against the hall wall leading out of the entrance way. "Not again," the man muttered. He began to slowly shuffle his feet. There's no sign of his wife, or children. The house is eerily quiet, and seemingly empty. A loud clicking could be heard pacing the wooden floors. Click. Click. Click. Click. Holding his breath he slowly makes his wa...

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“Mirror Mirror ” by Kelsey Marie

Submitted to Contest #101

Tabitha was always fond of the perfection that is reflective paigned glass. Large, or small. Old, or new. Wooden, or plastic. She wasn't discriminative against the differences, because she was more so fascinated by the reflections. The teenager was drawn to reflections of all sorts other than her own. Chalk it up to curiosity, or deem as nothing short of vanity. This obsession was on a steady downward spiral into madness. She had chosen specific mirrors for each, and every room. Dissatisfied with only one mirror, Tabitha sought to double the...

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“The Wendigo” by Kelsey Marie

Submitted to Contest #100

It was almost time for the annual ball for the 'Forever Forrest Foundation'. However, this year it would be held in early December and located at a remote cabin in Colorado. As opposed to it's usual July 20th summer celebration in sunny California. There was a small group of protestors that were adamant that their presence would only do more harm than good. The leaders, Chogan Granganimeo and Taregan Menatona, were of Algonquian decent. They had requested a meeting a few days in advance of the annual festivities. The owner and co-owner ...

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“Mea Culpa” by Kelsey Marie

Submitted to Contest #99

June 21, 1979; An elderly farmer had been plowing his field when he heard the faint screams of a desperate man. He had stopped to look around for the source of the noise. All he could see was the heavily wooded area past his fence line. Not much further there happened to be a creek, and beyond that was vast amounts of empty fields. Nestled in the far back right corner was an old farmhouse. It was occupied by a middle aged couple and their teenage son. Sensing that something had gone awry the man turned the key to the off position ...

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“The Scarlet Storm” by Kelsey Marie

Submitted to Contest #90

The starry bright night skies painted across the hillocks loomed forebodingly. A sudden shrill crowing pierced the silent atmosphere. Within seconds the dusty old grandfather clock decided to start working. Letting out a loud ominous strike at the stroke of midnight. A presage of all that was to come. The inhabitants of the house, a elderly farmer and his wife, began to stir. She put her hand gently upon his shoulder as a gesture to see what all the hubbub was about. He patted her reassuringly before dropping his feet down towards his night ...

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Author bio

I've struggled with bipolar disorder since I was a child, and writing has always been my outlet. I'm constantly overwhelmed with ideas, and thoughts that fill multiple notebooks that I keep beside me. My hope is to overcome my severe anxiety to make new friends that can assist me on improving my writing skills. I welcome constructive criticism and feedback!