Kit Gordon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Androids Build Androids” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #221

Bethany Ruth Douglas, the small, thin widow, sat taciturn on her couch with her late husbands gray felt hat in her lap, thumbing the rim and blotching it with tears. It had been over a year, and grief still lived fresh inside her broken heart. Behind her stood the skeletal android, Ruthatoid, waiting to serve her needs. He’d been built to function as butler and maid, handyman and watchdog. The android was the death choir of Clyde Douglas, her husband. From the doctor’s word “Terminal,” Clyde began his work. Had there been more life to...

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“The Wizard And The Rat” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #176

Running from the law, he couldn’t believe it. His old man wouldn’t even tell him what he did, why he had had to load the saddle so heavy with his winter furs and canvas tent and leave in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter, with nothing more than a sneaky kiss on the forehead of his child as a goodbye. Maybe he’d robbed a bank, or banks, or maybe his criminal activity was worse, and there had been blood. On his way to the dark wood line he said to himself, “But I wouldn’t really care one way or the other, just so long...

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“God’s Conveyor Belt ” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #160

He wouldn’t always have the boys move the bags in the dead of night. Secrecy wasn’t a part of it. But they were under the full moon tonight, lugging black industrial trash bags down to the river. All because the old man had had a fit about the condition of his house. He couldn’t take the sight of the forest he’d created in his kitchen and living room. An entire ecosystem really, where beer bottles and cans are the trees, crowding tabletops and counter space, and stained paper plates the fern and undergrowth. Fruit flies the swooping bi...

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“One Slug To End It” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #140

I like movies. Old ones especially. I used to only listen to people’s advice if it suited perfectly the image I had for myself. So, advice escaped me. Friends would tell me, “ You should be an actor. You look like James Dean, and you’re weird!” I enjoyed hearing it, even the weird part. I connected it to art. I didn’t want anything else for my future, but to somehow be artistic. At nineteen I saw ahead of me all the paths of mundane careers. Professions of boredom, an entire life of boredom. I wanted a creative caree...

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“What About The Fisherman?” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #105

In my family, we have our own holiday. As much cheer, frenzy, and zest put in to it as, say, Christmas. October 30th is the day my grandmother almost drowned. She should of drowned, according to logic. She was lost inside the ocean for four hours. To commemorate the miracle of her survival, we eat from the sea. Sometimes crab, sometimes tuna, and I find it all in poor taste. Because of the fishe...

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“Clown Ivy” by Kit Gordon

Submitted to Contest #86

Ansel was an introvert who gave birth to an extrovert. Her son was Teddy Glenn, unquestionably the most popular person in town. He had owned a record store that regularly hosted local musicians. Many untalented groups performed at “Teddy’s Tunes” and even a few talented ones, but no matter the caliber of music, of persons playing, or the size of the crowd, Teddy would heap praise. His door was open for everyone. And he would talk to anyone, would lend a sum of money to a stranger&n...

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Author bio

Some of my favorite writers: Faulkner, Ken Kesey, Barry Hannah, Jules Verne, Somerset Maugham, Flannery O’Conor Norman Mailer, Herman Melville.... I believe that the novel, the short story, or any form of fiction, will last as long as humans. The only art where the observer has a hand in the creation! Indeed a big hand. Sometimes the reader uses real things, like houses, and implants them into the story. As a reader, I can never tell if I’m going to build a house seemingly independent from my experience, or am I going to use my uncle’s house. But if I do use his house, It’ll be one story and never again. It’s a piece of that story forever to me. Nothing will ever beat it, that sweet fiction.... Thanks to all the great writers here, and all those who make Reedsy happen!