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Kira Krieger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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Eyes Wide Open

Knocking berated Eli away from his book and off of his bed. He peeked out his bedroom door under the staircase. “Hey-” he opened the door fully - “Nora, what are you doing here?” he asked, with a smile tugging on his frown as he saw a woman in a blue slate skirt suit. “I can’t come see my favorite nephew especially on a day like today.” “I’m your only nephew so far. And I’m not in the mood for company.” He tried to close his door but her hand interviewed. “I know this is your first year without Tyler… Sorry… I wanted to give you your bir...

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Before the Storm

Submitted to Contest #105

I rushed through the Philadelphia Airport. Only I could wake up two hours early and still be running late for my plane. No one was going fast enough. Certainly not security. Certainly not the bonehead in front of me that had to go through the metal detector so many times he was pat-down. The hands on my watch raced as I wish I could. They jerked forward past my departure time as it sat in the x-ray box. If only it could have been running fast.  People rushed around me. Left. Right. Colliding with each other. And One tripping over some...

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Sleepy Hallow, New York

Submitted to Contest #105

All you could hear was the faint sound of someone breathing. I kept trying to have the courage to go through, or at least to stop shaking, but that moment never came. Maybe I should start from the beginning. It was October when we got to New York, it has been a long time since we left California to get away from mom’s obsessed ex-boyfriend. But I have to say, it’s been fun meeting the new people and the new cultures in the thirty-plus states we’ve been in since this whole ordeal started. I have no complaints. But getting back to my story, it...

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Hidden

Submitted to Contest #105

With all that has happened these past few months, my life has been the public announcement of a town crier. It’s quite daunting when I think about it. It’s scary living in a glass box. Tessa was the only way I made it through. She’s an open book. Didn’t believe in keeping secrets of her own.  Whenever I was blue, she would regale me of a story about her childhood or her fiance or things the boys did before I came. Merlin was limited with his stories. All of them - the few he shared - were before the age of ten and after he went to Camel...

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All the king's horses and all the king's men

Submitted to Contest #103

All the king's horses and all the king's men came to help and here I am hiding. The longer I sat at the edge of the pond, the more I hoped that none of this was true. That my time with Alwyn, Tessa, and Merlin was only short-term. That I had a home to return. That I still had a family. But no matter of time there could ever do what I needed. Especially with Merlin being eerily quiet, waiting for my answer. My mother always told - used to always tell me everything would seem clearer after you slept on it. I never understood it and Merlin’s ...

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The Music Box Mystery

Submitted to Contest #103

Steven winded up an Anastasia-style music box. His eyes closed and his head lolled onto his pillow as the metal keys began to sing. His thumb rubbed against the photo on the lid. As the little dancer spun, the picture fell.  "No, no, no," he said, fumbling for the photo.  He found the picture face down. "Hmm?" he continued. Rylee rushed to the door, throwing a t-shirt over his damp hair. "What's wrong?!" Holding up the photo, he answered, "What's this?" "A photo of mom and dad on their first anniversary?" "I know what the pi...

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Justice

Submitted to Contest #103

Twelve-year-old Steven Ross cuddled up with a pillow on the couch in his brother’s house. His sky blue pajamas conflicted with the black leather fabric as well as the darkened sky. Wiping his eyes, he yawned as he waited for his older brother to rejoin him for their movie night. Rylee was in the kitchen, heating up water for coffee and hot chocolate. A figure appeared behind him. Like a shadow, they didn’t make a sound until it wanted to. “I haven’t missed much, have I?” she said, throwing off her hood. Rylee jumped around leaning against th...

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The Dark Knight

Submitted to Contest #103

A shadow of a figure was running in the dark. All around were tall trees, and only a small fraction of the moon’s rays got through the canopy. The ground was a black void with no difference between the dirt and the tree roots.  A pack of wolves howled in the distance. With every gust of wind, the tree branches and leaves banged and rustled like a toddler playing with pots and pans. Under all of that was a low mumble, rhythmic like a drum cadence but ghostly in origin. The figure trips. "Eli?" The scene quakes. “Eli!” The moon disappeare...

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Hurt

Submitted to Contest #102

Maverick stood outside his captain's office, straightening his uniform cap. He reached for the doorknob then pulled away before turning it. His captain was sitting at his desk, flipping through a file.  Maverick walked in, alternated between tiptoeing and racewalking. Before he got to the chairs in front of his captain’s desk, the door slammed shut. He spun to see a figure with his hand still on the knob.  He had a sigh of relief as his eyes wide with recognition. “Callen!” The private eye - with sweeping brown hair and a leathe...

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Prophecy

Submitted to Contest #102

It was a time of Kings and Queens. Of full harvests and lavish parties. And, most importantly, of magic, abundantly. Or at least to my story. My mother was always proud of me, even when I broke something. My father, on the other hand, never wanted to see me doing anything other than housework with my physical two hands. Living in two different worlds was more comfortable than living my father’s standards of a daughter, at least until a sickness hit our small village.     Mother and Father came home from the market, and by...

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Dead to me

Submitted to Contest #102

“Can you believe this, Shran?” Orion asked his first officer, while he looked intensely at the daily newspaper, “They’re calling protesters, traitors.” The front page was mostly a signal picture of the bloody aftermath of a simple protest turning into a massacre end in only the deaths of fifteen unarmed protesters. “Well, your world is backward and messed up, to begin with, Orion, remember who you’re talking to, now,” Shran said, gazing out of a window of a small aircraft to a world he didn’t call his own. “The mainlanders own the governmen...

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Happily Ever Avenged

Submitted to Contest #101

I had been out longer than I wanted. Than I promised. The city clock tower mocked me with the fact. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven! Eight! It was dark and cold. I tried to rush home as if it would give me back those two hours. Give those two hours back to my little sister who’s spent them alone. I walked faster with every shiver, risking making every slick spot into another delay, but it was worth it to see the candle flame twirling in the window of the small cabin that had become our home far from town and the people we once k...

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To Be Him or To Be Me

Submitted to Contest #101

"I didn't touch it, Arlin, and you can't prove I did!" Nebula yelled, stabbing Arlin with her index finger.  "I don't care if you did!" He met her intensity. With a breath, he continued, "I just want to know who fixed my tablet." "Even if I did, don't think you could catch me with that lie. You've never thanked anyone in your life." "Not to you. You mess around with everything… what… what is the sound?!”  They walked out of the hall into the main room of HQ. Nothing was there, but the noise persisted.   They took a few mo...

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Basement

Submitted to Contest #101

Sitting on a porch swing, Steven looked at his watch. Barely past one. Only seven hours since he woke.  All alone in this big house in a new city. No one to talk to. All the boxes unpacked. Nothing to do. The minute crawled then stopped. He rocketed off the swing and down the steps. If there’s nothing to do here, he was determined in step and mind to find something. It was a chilled January day. No snow was on the ground, but the wind pierced like ice picks. His bare hands shook even in his pockets. The house and streets went by in a bl...

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The Fire

Submitted to Contest #100

I walked down the market with my basket swinging back and forth as I kicked up dust. Tessa and I had divided up our supply list while the boys went off to find wood for the fire. It had been over a week since Father threw me out of the house. Since I met my new friends. The best week in a long time, hence the skip in my step. I didn't care who saw. Didn't care what they'd said. I was happy, a feeling I was estranged with but thankful to meet again. I never walked alone before, but I never felt like I belonged more. I wasn’t my father’s sh...

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