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Kelsey R Davis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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Anayalaj

Submitted to Contest #322

During my lunch break, walking past reception — on my way to sell another piece of furniture crammed into the bed of my truck — I could hear the fatigue in both advice nurses’ tone. Phone lines had been jammed for days as the nurses addressed conspiracy theories, occasionally thrilled by an actual dire call, someone bleeding or contracting. I saw them shaking their heads as they spoke, elbows on the desk, one squeezing the bridge of her nose. It had been a long week already. We’d all had a meeting when the news broke, a place to unpack our f...

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The President's Teeth

Submitted to Contest #321

CW: Human trafficking Agent J — case handler of the dead, the dirty, and the gone — noticed as he began reviewing photos of the women in the newest folder atop his desk that, well, his teeth started making noises, broadcasting voices and whirring sounds. “That’s odd,” J thought, opening and closing his mouth. For the first time in years, before him was a case where maybe nobody died, disappeared. And it all felt wrong. He was good at his job. His stomach never churned at images of decaying corpses found up in the hills or along river banks,...

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Into the Words

Submitted to Contest #320

As my closest friends and I went running from the party back home, we dropped our dancing shoes and backstories, took a wrong turn, and somehow ended up down an alley that was not rectangular, flat, and familiar, but rather… Wild. Winding and congested, covered with rambling vines and technicolor brush; every address and word drawn out in a language we couldn’t make sense of. Sans serifs, sans street numbers. Was more of a forest — no, a jungled scene — than a city street. Was confusing, okay. “What the hell? What is this place? Where are we...

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The Nine

“Unfortunately, we have had reports,” began the principal’s message. Seriousness, beneath the peppy mascot and preppy banner. Sent at 6:00 on the dot. Threatening sounds. Needles. Trash. Unleashed dogs. Exposure. Sigh. Always sending messages outside school hours, addressing various sensitivities here and there, most often while alone in the dark. Blouse still tucked in, but shoes off. Once away from the office, outgoing emails SentFromMyiPhone to the assistant and support staff are constant, as is her worry that only she can put out ev...

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White Box

Submitted to Contest #318

Robbie wanted me to ride the wave after it was released. Said I should start an account, so I could be a part of it, be more easily found. “Could be major,” one other said, pounding and pouting into theirs between every take. “Nah, I just wanna dance. All of that would be an unhealthy distraction for me.” Bad for my anxiety. Those are moves I couldn’t master. Refreshing for more. Posing and calculating for them. Strangers who keep finding me, needing me, needing to tell me they see me, get me. Refreshing for another hit. Liking it, loving it...

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Close

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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