Kristen West

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“The Storm” by Kristen West

Submitted to Contest #112

I raise my face to the sky as the icy rain plunges to the ground. I close my eyes and revel in the cold shower, feeling the water droplets seeping into my blouse. The shirt soon clings to me in a frigid embrace and I raise my hands to catch any errant drops.  I wish to be soaked, cleansed of all of my sins and all of his.  My last sight of him was in his doorway, illuminated by the shockingly violent flash of lightning.  I pray for the rain to erase the memory, to erode the loose gravel images of our last months to...

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“The Wedding Day” by Kristen West

Submitted to Contest #105

ClaireThe warm zephyr lifted my hair and enveloped me in the rich aroma of espresso from the nearby cafĂ©. The clouds were voluminous and soft, gliding through the October sky. The comforting rustle of brittle, brilliant leaves drifting in the breeze and crackling under foot punctuated the otherwise quiet scene. Eyes closed and with a slow exhale, I gave myself over to the blissful autumn day.I rarely took time to spend alone, meditating and focusing on just being.  Today seemed like an ideal day to be alone, away from the normal th...

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“In Search of My Shadow” by Kristen West

Submitted to Contest #92

I was thirteen when I lost my shadow. I may have remained blissfully unaware of its absence if it hadn’t been for a well-meaning friend who drew attention to it.  I imagine many teenage insecurities to begin this way, with a voiced observation that then takes hold in the subject and grows like a cancer. I may never have found myself lacking without someone there to point out my difference. “Look!!! She has no shadow!” caused the first cell of my self-image to mutate. Sure enough, when I looked down, I saw that indeed I was not ca...

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“A Night at the Library” by Kristen West

Submitted to Contest #91

With a loud clunk, the last light was extinguished and the room blackened.  I waited for the clicking of the librarian’s heels to fade before I risked emerging from my hiding place in the rarely visited encyclopedia section of the library basement.  The dust bunnies under the shelves were as large as my hand and also my only companions for the last two hours I had spent waiting for the library to close. The dank, musty smell was clinging to my clothes. My excitement matched my anxiety as I was never one to break the rul...

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Author bio

I am a practicing veterinarian and a married mother of 2 kids, 2 cats, and a chinchilla. Although I followed a career in science, I have always yearned to write. I decided that it is never too late to start, so here I am.