Keri Dyck

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (52)

52 Stories

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“The Stars Remind Me” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #51

Sometimes I forget about you, God. I know it’s crazy. How could I forget someone so amazing, so powerful… but you seem so invisible sometimes.  The stars are so vast. Or, rather, space is. I can’t see space, of course, but the stars in it are so far away. I am always amazed. When I take the time to look, they inspire me with awe and I have to acknowledge you. The w...

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“Part 2” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #48

Gwen freezes— or rather, Winter does. She’s on mission mode now. The knife’s tip is sharp against her back, and she wonders if it has pierced her suit. Is that blood running down her back or just more rain? She is trained for reconnaissance and face to face combat, but this? Where is her team? She can’t hear them. She opens her mouth, but a watery shadow appears in front of her. It raises a finger to its lips, then disap...

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“Letter of Salvation” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #47

You sit at the kitchen table of your little house, rifling through your mail. It’s the usual monthly bills: credit card, phone, electricity, mortgage, you name it. They are all there, waiting for you to pay them. At the bottom of the stack, though, you find something else. It is a creme coloured envelope without a stamp. You realize someone must have hand delivered it. You open it.  It is an invitation to...

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“Extremely Generic Authors” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #46

“Hello everyone! How are you all doing this afternoon?” A chorus of different responses came from around the table. It was a very diverse group, and I shall describe them more fully in the next few paragraphs. Our speaker is about to speak again.  “Without further ado, welcome to the first annual meeting of Extremely Generic Authors!” Again, a varied response.  ...

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“January 8, 2018” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #44

“I am a murderer.” His eyebrows rose, but he stayed planted in the snow, making no move to run. “Didn’t you hear me?” I asked. The truth was out now. He should be backing away, calling the police, running for his life. Why did he just stand there, so aggravatingly calm?“I heard you.” “Then go!” I motioned wildly, towards his home, towards the trees, the sky, anywhere. “Leave!”“Why? So you can hide somewhere else?” Instead of leaving, h...

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“The night of January 7, 2018” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #42

   The birch tree swayed beneath my weight. The view was glorious. All round me was still and covered in white, then a slight breath of wind rattled the skeleton branches too thin to hold the weight of snow. After it passed, the silence continued without a living creature to break it. I sighed. It was beautiful, and I wished it could just go on. But then I seen a flash and slowly the puttering of a small tractor intruded itself. It startled me at first— I must have really gone far to have ventured near civilization. Well, n...

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“Tales of a Dragon” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #41

He sits in his usual place in the tavern, downing his usual amount of ale. The empty tankards collect on his table as the people collect around him. His face is covered in ancient scars. He can tell the most marvellous stories. Whether they are true or not, no one can tell. He laughs. If it is free of misery or full of regret, no one can tell. You know, I used to be much younger. Good looking too. What, will no wench give me a kiss now? ’Tis alright. The glass tells me the same thing ye see. But it did not alway...

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“Portal to the Games ” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #40

We walked through the portal.This time, when I looked around, I was surrounded by crumbled buildings. A wind picked up dust and flung it into my face. I closed my eyes and coughed. When I opened them, a woman in a plain grey uniform was pointing a gun at me. I threw up my hands. “I mean no harm! I just— is this District Thirteen?”“Of which you are now a prisoner.” She escorted me down into the facility, with its plain, solid walls, to the elevator, and we rode it down, down, down to floor Thirty-nine. I...

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“The One Who Created the Stars” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #39

The stars up above are unchanging. Reliable. Beautiful. Unsympathetic. Cassia watches them, not daring to move. Hardly daring to breathe. Wishing she could force her heart to stop pumping. Anything is too loud. She closes her eyes. The starlight will glint off them and make her more visible. Life is more valuable than sight. Hearing is still accessible. Grasses rustle somewhere to her left. Where her mother is. There is a gasp. A scuffle. A man’s voice. A man who is not her father. Her father ...

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“Portal? Virtual Reality? Imagination Station?” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #38

Quarantine was supposed to be a good time to organize your house. I had spent most of my time with my books and siblings instead, and now quarantine was over, but the organizing still needed to be done. In that moment I am telling you about, through, all I could think was that I should not have been organizing with such vigour. My stack of books tipped forward. I leaned backwards, trying to level out, and suddenly they all decided to follow me. I landed on the floor with shower of paperba...

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“Writing Against the Devil” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #37

I close my laptop, shove it onto the bed beside me, and massage my forehead.“What’s the matter?”I look up to see my little sister coming into my room. She looks concerned and I try not to take my annoyance out on her. “My laptop isn’t working.”“Oh. I can go ask Mom if you can use hers.”“Thanks, but I need my stories from my laptop.”“Aren’t they on your phone too?”“They are supposed to be, but it’s not working either. It’s so weird. ...

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“Confined to Texting” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #34

MOMMom 24/03/20 3:47pmHey do you know what time you’ll be home?Mom 24/03/20 4:52pmSupper’s readyMom 24/03/20 5:23pmI just got the email from the hospital! How are you doing? Mom 24/03/30 7:26pmWhat, you don’t speak to your mother anymore?Mom 24/03/20 8:45pmGood nightKeri 25/03/20 10:05amHey Mom, sorry I missed your texts. I couldn’t have my phone while they did the testing

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“The Epilogue” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #32

“It worked.”Rita panted, lying flat on her back. The smells coming through her nose were unfamiliar… and yet she knew exactly what they were.“It worked.”She opened her eyes. The sky above was a placid blue. There were a few clouds, but they looked too far away to do any good. She looked around. Brown stone walls hemmed her in on three sides. The fourth side opened up into a street. She got up. Her muscles were stiff, but she shook them out and continued.The street was empty. There were a few food carts, picked ...

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“Folding Memories” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #31

The scent of a fresh dryer sheet fills my nostrils as I reach into the machine and wrestle out an armload of warm clothing. I plop it on the counter and start to fold. Those are Dad’s nice pants, they have to go on their separate pile because they get hung up. Here is Mom’s hoodie that she stole from Phil; which pile can I put it on and not be accused for favouritism? I deliberate for a minute, the go with Mom, because Phil can’t do anything to me. Mom can. And those— those are my brother’s work jeans t...

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“The Stranger from the Train” by Keri Dyck

Submitted to Contest #27

“Excuse me, miss.” A young man swayed as the train began to move. He clutched his carpetbag tighter and reached for balance to the seat. The woman he was addressing did not move, entirely engrossed in the book she held in her hands. “Excuse me, miss, is this seat taken?”She looked up then, the brim of her hat lifting to show cherry lips and chocolate eyes. “Oh, no, not at all.” She smiled, then went back to her book.He placed his carpetbag on the floor and sat down, carefully positioning one hand on the knee where...

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Author bio

hey :) I'm a Christian who loves to write. If you like my work, consider following my Instagram page @writer_girl_19 for info on my book and for audio versions of a few of my stories! Thanks!