Krissa Svavars

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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“My dearest diary” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #290

* I saw him again. Walking past the window. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, and it sent butterflies flying through me. He was absolutely breathtaking.By now I have his routine memorized. In the mornings he jogs past while I’m setting up for the day. He’s always a little late for work. At lunchtime he sits at my café ordering coffee and the sandwich of the day. Sometimes he comes in with some colleagues and other times he sits alone with his nose buried in a book.He’s always friendly but I know that he’s not interested in me. At the mos...

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“Breaking free” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #289

It hurt to move. The world seemed to alternate between tilting and spinning every time she opened her swollen eyes. Intense pain shot through Kat as she struggled to sit up straight against the rough-hewn wall. Some ribs were either badly bruised or broken. Both the little and ring fingers on the left hand were bent at wrong angles and she could feel steady streams of blood trickling from various cuts on her back. This time he had used the three tailed whip along with the usual beating, clearly taking his frustration out on her, cursing the ...

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“The art in the storm” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #288

Ann stood by the window and stared out over the lake. There was a storm brewing. One for the record books if the radio hadn’t been exaggerating. The greyness outside matched her mood but this was not what she needed right now. With a heavy sigh she turned away from those depressingly dark clouds and picked up her paints. The only thing she could do now was to pray that the electricity would hold up against the storm so she could finish her painting. She had to finish it. Not because of any pressing deadline but for her own sanity. That dam...

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“Desperate Remedies: The story of repeats” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #248

Did you know that the world keeps repeating itself. Trust me, it does. Every 150 years or so another perfect copy of you is born and lives it’s own natural live. It does not have your soul, but the body is yours. Down to every blemish and freckle. How do I know that? Well, it’s both easy and difficult to understand. I myself am eternal. I’m the first. The greatest of us all. I was born in the beginning of time into the first tribe of men. I watched as our species grew and had my own hand in nurturing it forward. Always trying my best to c...

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“The island museum” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #242

When I was 8 my dad took me to see the movie “Night at the museum.” It captivated me and since then I have been in love with history. So much that I became a professor of history at the University of Columbia. Professor Daniel McNeal, it has such a beautiful ring to it. Especially after how hard I worked to become a professor at such an early age, only 24, but I made it. It was the happiest day of my life. Until now that is. They invited me to a soft opening of the new Norwegian Viking Museum at Klosterøy, or Monastery Island as it’s somet...

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“The treasure” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #241

“You told me you like the dark, so I know that you are going to love this!” That was the last thing he said to me before he dragged me over to the basement door and pushed me down the stairs. I have been locked in this horrible, abandoned house for close to three days now. Or I think it has been that long. Thankfully I had some food and water in my backpack, but it will soon be gone and then I will starve. I am truly starting to hate this place. It’s pitch black and full of stuff. Just getting around has been so difficult, even after I foun...

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“Lost soul” by Krissa Svavars

Submitted to Contest #240

It was the cold breeze blowing over my cheek that woke me. For a moment I was confused, did I fall asleep outside again? I’m sure I didn’t get that drunk last night. As I forced myself to open my eyes the tent slowly spun around me. Yep I clearly drank way more than I had anticipated. That wasn’t good. I would have to go back into town and buy more booze if I didn’t pace myself better. If that would happen I might run into my parents and they would force me to come home again. When the spinning subsided I noticed a big tear in the orange ca...

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