Kirsten Rasmussen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“It Was All Of Us” by Kirsten Rasmussen

“It was me!” Margo stood from her seat in the auditorium. Heads turned on a swivel and suddenly she felt over two hundred pairs of eyes on her. Including the vice principal who stood on the stand, sheltered behind a podium. She narrowed her eyes at Margo, watching her carefully. Next to her, Elle stared up in disbelief. Margo glanced at her for a moment. There was a look of terror and pride. Pure awe in Elle’s eyes. It was almost enough to drown out the murmurs of the students around them. Swallowing her embarrassment, Margo lifted her...

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“Halcyon” by Kirsten Rasmussen

Submitted to Contest #74

Halcyon: A period of time in the past that was idyllically happy or peaceful. "Ten!" The crowd shouted from the living room. I finished topping off my glass of champagne, watching the bubbles float to the top together. The kitchen was empty except for me. They had all gone to the living room as the final countdown at started on the big screen. She was there too. Standing in a shimmering, black cocktail dress with matching heels. "Nine!" That was the same outfit she wore to last year's party. It w...

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“Sidereus” by Kirsten Rasmussen

Submitted to Contest #67

H-4319: The Glowing Planet. Many didn't believe that it was a real thing. Most believed that the glow was something evil. But there it was, floating against the dark expanse of space outside the window of our star-cruiser. They didn't want us to go here. But the other planets deserve to be explored and the lifeforms on those planets deserve to be contacted and befriended. As long as they consent to it. Which the inhabitants of The Glowing Planet did. We sent out a message and they answered us happily...

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“L'appel Du Vide” by Kirsten Rasmussen

Submitted to Contest #67

“Cordelia...”A ragged voice called out. Around me was a dark alley. Dim lights bounced off of brick walls and rain puddles. A cat rushed by me out of the alley and away from the voice. “Hello?” I called out. Glancing behind me, I don’t see any part of the street. There was nothing but darkness and black. A swirling void of black smoke, sirens, and yells. My feet splashed against the puddles as I walked down the alley. The smell of rotting trash and piss and gasoline filled my nostrils.&nbs...

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