Krissa Svavars

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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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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