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Kelsey R Davis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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In Preparation for Descent

Submitted to Contest #317

Part one: Grounded When I was a little girl, my momma told me there were three ways to time-travel. *** “Why can’t we bring my dollhouse?” I pleaded as she made me put favored clothes into some duffel bag. I had fuzzy memories of doing this before, but she’d packed for both of us then. “It won’t fit baby. You know how big our car is,” she sighed as she shoved fabric. “But it’s my most special, favorite thing, Momma. I can’t leave it.” Dolores had given me the dollhouse on my fourth birthday. *** We arrived at the cottage next to Dolores when...

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Submitted to Contest #316

My night with the rapper fucked me twice, give or take if you’re counting. *** “I know you,” he smirked at me, holding champagne in one hand, his cummerbund pressed against by his other. He was also staring up at the available portrait, an image of a face seemingly photographed, but when you looked closer, approaching the canvas, it became something else entirely. Nothing but a mosaic of colorful swirls and squares, textured tiles transforming the image. It was just us huddled closely near the artwork, everyone else fading in our rear, takin...

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Birthstones

Submitted to Contest #308

“Hey.” I see him in the street. I go into his personal space, and slowly bend down to reach for one of the pieces of chalk at his side. When he doesn’t say no or grab the chalk back or yell at me, I feel like we are almost friends. I sit by him and the chalks. I start to draw a jellyfish on the ground. I like the way it makes powder on my fingers. Tentacles all bloopity bloopity bloop bloop. So funny, jellyfishies. I have finished the face (smiling!) and body and two (out of eight!) tentacles when I break the silence. “Um, can I ask you some...

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Graffiti Cave

Submitted to Contest #307

“Are you coming to Graffiti Cave tonight for Anderson’s send-off?” Davis almost whispered, bumping my shoulder as he leaned in. We were walking across campus together. My feet kept moving, but my mind stuttered after what he just said. He wasn’t serious? But Davis never spoke in a quiet voice like that. System overload. “Wait what? You can’t… you mean you’re actually going?” Couldn’t bring myself to whisper it back. Graffiti Cave. Davis’s dissertation was on euphemizing violence, working title: “It’s only Horseplay: Rape and Sexual Assault...

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Poured Over: Sylvan Esso’s Recipe

Submitted to Contest #306

You will need:Water.Fresh Ground Coffee. Remember the first date with Ryan where he took you to Blue Bottle, back before it became what it is now? He asked if you knew what a siphon was, pointing to the blown glass exhibition. You did, but couldn’t spell it if prompted by that follow-up. Someone probably tired of cleaning the brown film from inside that coffee-marble-run, all its loopdeloops. The bow, the dip, the woo. Dating him was like that. First crushing on someone in the sunshine, at a day-date, down an alley, inside a place that echoe...

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Underground Storage Tanks

Submitted to Contest #305

Into the guardrails. Through the metal. Everywhere into the sky. I’ve thought about it before. Haven’t you? Over the edge. I look down at my phone, vibrating with an incoming text. “Idgie, you’re gonna kill me but I can’t meet you tonight! I’m so sorry, I hope you haven’t already left!” No. Of course not. Then I’d be on time for our plans to have drinks. And you’re always fifteen minutes late, Serena. Obviously I haven’t left twenty minutes before our meet-up tonight. For me to tell you how I’ve been. Oh thanks for asking...

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