Keston Paul

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Easy Eyes” by Keston Paul

Submitted to Contest #82

A man who has lost his sight misses the world more than a man who has never experienced it; at least that’s what Jafari says. Wesley was Jafari’s nephew and for the past 3 years, his caretaker—albeit, Jafari preferred him to identify as the former.Jafari was sitting in the patio, staring out towards the beach he couldn’t see.Wesley recalled their conversation years ago when he started as caretaker.“You know how I lost my eyes?” Jafari asked.

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“Through Your Eyes” by Keston Paul

Submitted to Contest #68

The morning air is still and humid. The sun hasn’t risen yet. Jess is sitting to the left of me in the damp, dewy grass. I uproot a few tufts of it, enjoying the oddly coarse yet smooth texture between my fingertips. Its coolness dissipates in my hands and I notice the moisture soaking through my khaki shorts and covering the soles of my feet. Jess had insisted that I take off my shoes in order to “feel” everything.Yesterday, we had set off to go camping. Last night we had separated...

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“Among Us” by Keston Paul

Submitted to Contest #64

The lights flickered for a few seconds and then died. “What’s up with your electricity?” Nick asked. “It’s been weird the past week or so. My parents said they’d get it checked out when they’re back from vacation,” Mark replied. “Still can’t believe they left you here alone for an entire...

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“Law of the Phoenix” by Keston Paul

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Dark green had been transformed to bright orange. The sunlight enhanced its iridescence, creating the sparkle that flickered in tandem with the wind. I closed my eyes and inhaled. This was freedom. “Don’t hope to see you back anytime soon,” said the man behind me. A short, reluctant chuckle burst from my lips. “Same,” I replied.

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“Human Nature” by Keston Paul

Submitted to Contest #62

Mel knelt, exposing her knees to a collection of sharp rocks, dried twigs and leaves, but she barely noticed the attack on her exposed skin. She shivered slightly. The air around her seemed to shimmer with the mist, made even more eerie by the first few bursts of morning light. It was silent and there was no distinct smell, but the frigid air still felt prominent in her nostrils. She could not stay long. In a few hours, the sunlight could be blisteringly dangerous. But her ripped shorts and thin, loose jersey wo...

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“The End Plague” by Keston Paul

Submitted to Contest #60

“We can’t continue to fund you while people are losing their homes and starving. You have 7 days to cease your research.” The man on the screen looked set in his decision. “Sir, forgive me, but what good is it finding people shelter and food if all these diseases are wiping them out anyway?” Hamilton’s voice was calm but I knew he was seething inside. &...

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Author bio

Hello! I'm Keston, a writer from the Caribbean (Trinidad and Tobago to be specific). I love writing and always have. I've mostly written poetry but, I am trying to commit myself to writing more short fiction and hopefully that eventually branches into longer fiction as well ;) I like to consider myself versatile. Therefore I experiment with different genres and writing styles. I love the challenge of bringing a unique and impactful story to life in new or unexpected ways. Feel free to leave general comments, critiques and anything else on my stories. I appreciate feedback in all forms. P.S. - I believe I have a penchant for unconsciously writing strong female characters. It's likely noticeable in the stories I've submitted so far.