Kenneth Allan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Pool Of Chronos” by Kenneth Allan

Submitted to Contest #151

The Pool Of Chronos Tony and Marge went on their honeymoon, hiking along a trail that followed the mountain ridge, a fourteen day hike. It may have seemed a strange way to spend their honeymoon, but they were both enthusiastic outdoor people and spent many holidays in the mountains. They had been on the trail for two days when they came upon the signpost. ‘To the pool of Chronos.’

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“All about Toni” by Kenneth Allan

Submitted to Contest #147

All about Toni Larry and Toni sat rigid in the back seats of the cinema as the credits rolled down the screen. People were already leaving. “I told you not to do that,” said Toni through gritted teeth. “You didn’t need to hit me,” replied Larry, cradling his aching groin. “Then you shouldn’t have tried to grope me. You know how I feel about that and zip your fly up.”

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“The Cricket Ball” by Kenneth Allan

Submitted to Contest #146

It all began when the cricket ball hit me and I wasn’t even batting. It was the company’s annual cricket match, where all the men and women compete against each other. Everybody took part, and the teams weren’t segregated. Instead, women played alongside men from the same branch and quite a few of the women outperformed their male colleagues. It was just as well I thoroughly enjoyed this company event as I’m not a compan...

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“The Life and Love of Wilfred Brown” by Kenneth Allan

Wilfred boarded the eight fifteen to London just as he had done every workday for the last thirty years. He was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the fellow travellers, even the female ones. He was far from handsome. His hair was receding slightly, but it still held colour in it, fighting off the grey. His pot-belly was slowly growing, due more to the calorie rich lunches than his wife’s ...

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“The Cloak” by Kenneth Allan

Submitted to Contest #145

The cloak My father had loved the cloak. His grandfather had passed it to him and my father passed it to me and now I no longer have it. The cloak was a beautiful garment of velvet lined with wool, which made it warm, with a hood which could cover the entire face. It could wrap around your body with ease. It was given to my grandfather by a young woman...

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Author bio

I am a person of quite an advanced age. I only discovered my love of writing a few years ago. I have no qualifications. I think I even failed my English Exams at school but what the heck., ProWriting does it for me. I learned to type which compensates for my terrible handwriting. Anyway, thanks for all who read my stories. PS. I just finished my first, unpublished, novel.