Kensa H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“Lost in the Dark” by Kensa H.

I regain consciousness with a jolt of fear. Something was crushing my chest. I couldn't breathe. It hurt so much that I tried to scream, but my voice broke.“Don't move, son, we're almost there...” A deep, calm and composed voice. “Ready, guys? One, two, three!”The heavy weight was lifted from my chest, and I gulped as much air as I could.“Easy, son, easy. Take your time.”Two big hands were already running on my upper body, my neck. I would have chased them away, but I...

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“Journey to the South” by Kensa H.

I was about to turn forty-eight when my father died. I didn’t expect that. I called my boss, threw some clothes in a bag and the bag in the car, and drove south.The trip took me all day. A few times, my blurred vision forced me to park the car on the side of the road. I wondered why — I didn’t like my father, did I?I stopped a few miles from the village, just after the pass. The mountains weren’t very high, five or six hundred meters above sea level, but the valleys were very deep, the road winding. Scr...

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“Smalltown Boys” by Kensa H.

“You know the news? Clarke’s son is back in town.”I was in the small supermarket when I heard the two gossips in the next aisle, and I almost dropped my oranges. Clarke… In a flash, I saw his thin body dripping with water as he pulled himself out of the pool, the tattoo on his left shoulder, his short black hair, his big smile. Clarke, the high school star who became an outcast because of me.“Do you think he’s still...?”“Of course, he still is! It’s not a disease that can be cured.”Thank God, even in a small to...

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“Little mischief in summer heat” by Kensa H.

The boy's popsicle was melting. Homemade with real pieces of fruit, it looked good. Before melting, that is. The boy was watching the fruits and syrup fall, piece by piece and drip by drip. Maybe he didn't like the popsicle, or he was too bored to eat it. That summer afternoon was so hot everything was boring. The real problem was the dog. The big dog, panting loudly, lying on the grass. Under the popsicle.To be fair, the dog itself was hardly a threat, it didn’t even notice that its thick cream fur was decorated like a ...

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Author bio

Hello from France! I was looking for exercises to improve my writing skills and my English... and I found Reedsy! I hope you'll have a good time reading my stories.