Kim Olson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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28 Stories

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“A new man” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #253

It was amazing how easily a biker could transform into a businessman with so little effort. All it took was a haircut, clean shave, and a brand new set of fancy clothes. In Cal’s opinion, whoever said that clothes didn’t make the man didn’t know what he was talking about. Cal was now a new man, a suit wearing man, whereas previously, he had worn heavy boots and black leather. Thanks to his fashion makeover and new identity issued by the FBI through the witness protection program, no one would ever trace Cal now. He was safe, if not free. His...

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“Stay Out” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #252

“You really want to go undercover at Stay Out?” the sergeant asked him. “You know there was a shooting there last year, right?”“I know,” Detective Ziccarelli, or Zic as everyone called him, said. “But our snitch told us there’s a regular dealer who comes in there almost everyday and sells to the customers. I really want to make my first drug bust.” “Well, be careful what you wish for. It’s a dangerous place,” the sergeant said. “Thanks Sarge,” Zic said. “I’ll do my best to stay safe.”Following that conversation, Zic was ecstatic. H...

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“The Rainbow Bridge” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #250

“My dad said that Blue is going to cross the rainbow bridge tomorrow. They’re taking him to the vet for the procedure. ” Jack heard his dad say.Jack knew that when his Dad talked about his dad, he meant Grandpa. Grandpa was his dad’s dad. Blue was Grandpa’s dog. He wondered why his Dad was talking to his mom about Blue. And what was the Rainbow Bridge? Was the bridge at the vet’s office?“Oh no,” his mom sighed. “That’s so hard. So very sad. How are we going to tell Jack?”Jack's face grew warm as he heard his name. He didn’t want his parents ...

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“Desperate Remedies” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #248

“Did you ever see the movie ‘First wives club’?” Tiny asked the other two guys seated next to him.Everyone in prison had a nickname. Tiny was so named because of his size. He stood a hulking six and a half feet tall and looked like he could play linebacker for the Green Bay Packers. He and the others were sitting in the day room, shooting the breeze. There was a lot of time to kill when one was in the joint doing time. The day room was surprisingly empty save for their little group. Most of the other inmates had gone back to their cells afte...

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“Bon voyage” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #247

The photo showed my mom and dad along with their best friends standing in the basket of an air balloon, smiling and looking excitedly towards takeoff for what was sure to be a grand adventure. Looking at that picture, I couldn’t help but smile. I am sure that picture brought back many fond memories for my mother. Could anything be better than sharing such an experience with her beloved husband and their lifelong friends? It was one of the many trips they had taken together over the years. This photo had been featured in a montage of rev...

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“Homecoming” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #246

It was the day before the Homecoming football game. All week long, momentum had been building towards the big day. In a small town like Cedar Grove, things like Homecoming held great sway. The whole town participated. Earlier in the week, perky high school students decorated the windows of the storefronts facing Main Street. They used a special kind of frosted paint to paint the glass in bright colors. We’re #1! Go team go! Beat the Raiders! The students fervently hoped their strident messages would bring about victory. Whatever the game’s o...

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“The Moon Spoke the Truth” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #245

The moon spoke the truth.The truth set me free.I heard its truthAs I drank my bubbly.My moon viewing glasses,Splashed with fine wine,Saw you quite clearly,Just that one time.The wine loosed my tongue,I delivered a grape crushed blowYou were “The man”,And I failed to stroke your ego.Don’t ‘member what I saidEn vino veritas, I had sass.You the king, the ruler,Maybe I called you an ass.You showed me the truth,With the back of your hand.A mark on your queen,Darkness o’er the land.But in marriage unspoken, The spell it did break.And sober ki...

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“Summer Watch” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #244

“I received a photo that I really should never have to see, as Beach Supervisor. I want you to look at it and tell me what you see.”My boss was sitting behind his desk facing me. I had been summoned to see him. I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about. Was someone skinny dipping on the beach? If so, why was he sharing it with me? He used two fingers to slide the photo over to me. I glanced down and gulped in surprise.“It’s me, obviously, sitting on the beach, at work. Watching the water.”“Are you really? Watching the water, tha...

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“My friend Mac” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #243

Turn me on, you know you want to. I don’t care what they say about insomnia and my blue light being bad for you, keeping you awake. I know they say that it's better to read from a hard copy book when you can’t sleep, rather than my bright, glaring screen. Still, my possibilities are limitless. I have so much more to offer than flimsy pieces of paper bound together in one single volume. Besides just reading, you can surf me like a wave and travel anywhere you like, find out anything you need. You can reach out to others. You can watch movies,...

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“American Gothic” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #242

At night, the stone lions in front of the museum’s doors kept watch. Their eyes scanned up and down Michigan Avenue to make sure no one approached the building. The paintings at the Art Institute, after all, deserved their rest. Rather, the characters in the paintings deserved rest and privacy. All day long, they had been probed, analyzed, discussed, misunderstood. It was very frustrating that gawking visitors couldn’t understand their truths. Couldn’t understand the simple messages each artist tried to convey with carefully placed brush str...

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“The Phoenix” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #241

Everyone had scattered after the shootout. Everyone that is, except Cal. He couldn’t run. He had been shot. Nothing to do but just lay there on the cold, hard pavement. Waiting, bleeding. Gritting his teeth, biding his time. Off in the distance, he could hear the wail of sirens getting closer, ever closer. That wasn’t good. He really didn’t want to go to the hospital. Too many questions, too much paperwork. It wasn’t a good idea for him to be in the system. Not at all. For many reasons.He’d rather just have one of the guys in his posse fix h...

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“Mistral's song” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #240

As Carly stepped off the bus, a gentle breeze tickled her face, causing a strand of her long, blond hair to blow across her cheek. She impatiently brushed it back with her fingers and looked around, searching for the route that would take her to the pier. The outdoor cafes and narrow streets wound their way past old stone buildings with sepia potted flowers on tiny wrought iron balconies. She felt like she was in a scene straight out of a movie. Naive young American takes Europe by storm. The village was so picturesque, it called to her. She...

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“Light as a feather” by Kim Olson

Submitted to Contest #239

The dog strained at the leash, causing the woman’s arm to pull painfully. She almost lost her footing on the wet slippery leaves. It had rained the night before, and she was afraid the leaves would stick to her tennis shoes and get tracked into her kitchen. That always seemed to happen.She was tired, probably since she hadn’t slept well the night before. Like a lot of nights lately, she couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, she laid in bed uncomfortably while her thoughts circled round and round. There were certain things in her life that her mind ...

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Author bio

I am a librarian and I love to read. I am having fun trying Reedsy and creating my own stories. Thank you for sharing your work and reading mine. Happy writing!