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Kenneth Love

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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The Easiest Confession

Submitted to Contest #306

Who is it? Hello? Alex? Its Hilda calling. You didn’t show up for last Thursday’s meeting, so I was just, y’know, calling to see if you were going to show up today. No, I didn’t plan on it. Oh! Oh. Okay, well, if you can’t make it in person, do you- You’re going to ask if we can talk over the phone?…Yeah that’s fine. I don’t care. If you wanna talk that badly- I don’t mean to pressure you! You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to, I’ll understand. Since we’re over the phone, I get it if you don’t want to say certain things. Just, y’k...

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The Journals of Lady Holla

Submitted to Contest #300

It is 15th day of the Khroma Moon. We are in the 13th year of the 602nd cycle. The season is Utna.We awoke the next morning on the floor of the dwarven caverns, bestridden by the peerless statues of their heroes and their gods, and faced now by the majesty of their titanic mountain gate. I must confess, I had no concern for them whatsoever. The immense pain and fatigue I felt in my lower appendages, caused in large part by the week long hike that we undertook to arrive at this place, had robbed my limbs of their vitality. The past two days o...

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Match-faced Crabs

Submitted to Contest #299

I got the name Match-face because I damn near burned my face off. So I decided to make a show out of it. In a city of a million people, you have to make a living somehow, and I found making a fool of myself in public was the best way to do it. Near the bazaar, where the shopkeepers charm coins out of pockets, I worked to get a few patrons to part with a few coins before they blew their life savings on a rug worth less than a bucket of spit. Five jugs of oil, fifty matches, a torch, plus a party trick I learned, and I had what I thought was a...

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The Rite of Spring

Submitted to Contest #298

It’s a warm Spring night, and you’re positioned about a good 25 to 30 feet away from the bonfire, sufficiently distant for all the people dancing around it, kids exclusively, to seem like so many drunken moths fluttering around a lightbulb. The enormous tree root that you’re sitting on is about as old, moldy, and surprisingly sturdy as you yourself seem to be, and this estimation is not without cause. You’re in your mid-fifties and still in relatively good health considering there are no formal doctors. You call the people dancing around the...

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On The 3rd Day

I was already late in following you by two full days, so I didn’t want to have any more delays. I took the bare essentials and made my way into the forest. Your trail was much easier to follow than I thought it would be; the ashes from your campfires combined with the odd tracks that your boots left in the soft earth made it a fairly simple task.The day after setting out to find you, I made camp at the base of a small hill, and the recent sign of disturbance in the undergrowth led me to believe that you were close. It was just an instinct, b...

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The Rite of Spring

I was already late in following you by three full days, so I didn’t want to have any more delays; I took the bare essentials and made my way into the forest. Your trail was much easier to follow than I imagined it would be; the refuse of your campfires combined with the odd tracks that your boots left in the soft earth made it a fairly simple task. The location where you ended up was the biggest surprise for me. It was the day after I’d set out to find you. I’d made camp at the base of a small hill the night before and the auspicious locatio...

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The Heirs of the Nova

Submitted to Contest #294

It's been 227 months, 14 days, three hours, 72 minutes, and 88 seconds. I wake up on the 15th day with frosted breath lingering over my lips, and could, unfeeling limbs. I use my shivering hands to grab my bed sheets, big, puffy, and electrically heated, and fumble them around my body. The I spend a few minutes shivering in my blanket trying to get warm before I even attempt to get out of my bed. I wince at the touch of the ice cold floor. I don't have the grit to actually step on it, so I just stay in bed shivering. “E-E-El?” I say, th...

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227 Months

Submitted to Contest #243

227 months, 14 days, three hours, 72 minutes, and 88 seconds; I wake up on the 15th day with my breath lingering over my lips as ice crystals, and my limbs devoid of most of their feeling. I use my shivering hands to grab my bed sheets, big, puffy, and electrically heated, and fumble them around my body. The next few minutes I spend curled up, shivering in my blanket trying to get warm before I even attempt to get out of my bed. The floor, like I thought, is ice cold to the touch. I wince the first few times I make contact with it, and,...

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