Kirk Nelson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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4 Stories

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“The Speech” by Kirk Nelson

Submitted to Contest #264

He rose from his chair, flute of expensive champagne in hand, and tapped against the glass. “Thank you, everyone, for coming to our wonderful celebration. It is our truly special and sincere joy to have you all here to witness our wedding. We are blessed! “If I may take up a few minutes of your time and temporarily halt the merriment for a moment to say a few things about this incredible woman that strangely accepted my proposal of marriage. There are a few things I want to acknowledge before all of you. “Foremost I need to try and express j...

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“My Nature” by Kirk Nelson

Submitted to Contest #263

My Nature He is stubborn. Stubborn like a brick wall blocking a room full of reason. It is one of his most defining traits. And, oh yeah, he is insane. “No,” he says with absolute certainty. “Then we’ll both die.” He laughs. He does that a lot. Obnoxiously. Just laugh and laugh at nothing really. Just because he can. And probably because he is insane. I keep coming back to that. How do you reason with someone that is insane? There’s no common point of reference. Nothing to build on. “And that’s okay with you?” I ask, still being hopeful I ...

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“A Tip” by Kirk Nelson

Submitted to Contest #260

She opened the door slowly, coming home late. The house was dark and she was sure that Devin had already turned in for the night, needing to get up early for work. She removed her shoes and her feet felt cool against the tile, a nice reprieve from the 12 hours she spent racing about at the restaurant. But she smiled as her hand dipped into her purse to replace her keys and felt the $100 bill still slipped next to her wallet. A hundred dollars. She was so happy she had stayed at Mr. Grey’s request. As she padded across the floor to the kitche...

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“All the Craters of the Moon” by Kirk Nelson

Submitted to Contest #255

Arthur Church wasn’t really sure what he thought about death as he sat next to his mother’s deathbed, clenching and unclenching his hands.“Arthur?” his sister touched his shoulder. “Are you okay?”He jerked and then looked up at her. “I’m fine.”She looked down at his hands, fumbling about as if the fingers had decided to wrestle themselves. She mistook it for fretting over their dying mother rather than his dread of being in a situation that required conversation and a display of empathy. He folded his arms giving his nervous hands a place to...

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