Kimberly Close

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Ain't No Guardian Angel” by Kimberly Close

      TW: War, BombingShe prayed it would hold. The supports straining to keep the derelict shelter over their heads. The flickering lights. The morale of everyone working themselves to the bone around her, comforting and tending to the wounded. She couldn’t pick just one, so she simply said it.Vera prayed it would hold.She couldn’t care less if the lights went out; there were plenty of battery-operated lanterns to light the bunker if need be. She was terrified of what...

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“The Devil's in the Details” by Kimberly Close

Muck covered her last clean outfit when the car sped passed. As if she needed another damn problem.But what did it matter if she re-wore some dirty clothes? Joanna didn’t have any more interviews lined up. How many times had she heard the same line, over and over?We’re sorry, but you’re just not a right fit for our company. We’ll call you if we change our mind. Even if by some miracle they did call, her phone would probably be deactivated by then. She’d just turned in the last of her emergency change jar- a whopping...

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“A Family of Our Own” by Kimberly Close

She found him in bed, covers drawn over his head in an attempt to block out the world. To try and clear his mind.It happened every time he called home. Harris loved his mother, but each and every call, Ramona let it be known that she was displeased with his choice of spouse. That the witch he married would corrupt him, drag her baby boy screaming off the straight and narrow his life had been so perfectly set on.Anya didn’t know why he bothered calling at all when he knew how it would end. His mother had turned the rest of th...

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“Reaper and the Moon” by Kimberly Close

Content Warning: Car accident and DeathTwo things in life remained certain- the inevitability of death and the peaceful falling of night.Scott sat among the evergreen, listening to the stray cars pass on the highway as he looked up to the moon. It was the time of night when traffic was nearly nonexistent. A few long-haul semis and the occasional car humming by. Not the car he was waiting for though. Not yet.He could feel it getting closer. A sort of soft buzz in his blood told him that the SUV neared, and w...

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“Two Hundred Seventy-Three Years To Go” by Kimberly Close

TW: Death, Language           You’ve heard the old verbiage. The stories of how spirits are allowed to walk between worlds with ease on Samhain. They’re right, the dead do walk.           Free to do what they please- check in on loved ones, visit old haunts- so long as they follow two rules:           Be back in your world by dawn. &...

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Author bio

Happy owner of a sweet rescue beagle and many, MANY houseplants.

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Contest #130
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