Kristi Gott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

Stories (57)

57 Stories

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“ Through Foggy Veils of the Mystical Coast” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #245

The Mystical Coast showed her mystery and drama while the ship called Nightflight cruised under the shimmering stars.Winds of the Mystical Coast blew a dense veil of fog across the clear waters. Then the Nightflight was wrapped in a cotton cloud mist, hiding the stars and shores needed for navigation.A towering ocean swell over the bar from the sea to the Emerald River lifted Nightflight into the salty air.Blankets of fog hid the other ship that was coming from the starboard side. Through the haze a ghostly shape appeared.Wham! The two hulls...

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“Eagles Flying Above the Storm ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #244

Eagles ride updrafts,On airy sky trails,Over the clouds,Beyond rain and gales." Elijah saw the storm squall whipping the waves. The wind howled. The ocean darkened. The clouds burst open.A pair of eagles spread their wings and rode updrafts into the sky.Gliding through low clouds, the eagles soared. Elijah knew they were flying to heights beyond his sight, above the rain and wind.A sense of wonder and beauty filled Elijah. He felt as if he soared along with the eagles.Sitting in the ground floor of the lighthouse, Elijah leaned toward the op...

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“The Rogue Wave of the Mystical Coast” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #243

The surge of icy water swept over her feet. Then rising above her knees, it pulled Elsie into the tumbling ocean surf, along with her puppy and her friend.They surfaced in a cave of sloshing water.Earlier, Elsie was walking on the beach she loved near the lighthouse. It was a mystical and magical place. The next moment the ocean flooded the sand and surrounded her with a rogue wave surge.Elsie and her friend Bret saw the dark, furry head of her puppy, Teddybear, emerge.A swell of water lifted them, then dropped, and they stood on a...

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“In 1898 - Trapped in the Ship's "Museum" ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #242

Waves splashing against the ship “Pacific Odyssey” echoed in the dark hold beneath the decks. It was anchored off the shore near the Mystic Lighthouse and the year was 1898.A musty smell wafted in the still air. Dark shapes of the captain’s collections from faraway places created a twisted labyrinth. A rustle sounded from deep in a corner. What was that? A rat?From the shadows one of the shapes began rising. It became taller, wider.Slowly it moved closer.What was that? Where was the way out?Elsie stopped breathi...

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“The Brazilian Carnival Celebrities ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #241

My Mystical Creature, Coos Bay Bear, the hybrid dog-bear-mystery, looked sideways at me, dark eyes twinkling.He loved time traveling to the past. "Good boy," I said, petting his dark fur."Could we use our creativity and time travel to knit together the wounded threads of the past and find our way to a sense of wonder, peace and joy?" "Could visiting the past help transform the painful things into something else?""Could the outer journeys of time travel heal inner wounds that still stung? Betrayals, rejections, a loss of wonder and joy?"The w...

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“Secret Time Traveler” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #240

An eleven foot tall prehistoric mama bear stood on her hind legs on a beach, staring at us. Her six foot tall cub peeked around her side.A shiver passed through me. None of my friends at home knew about my secret time traveling. I was here alone with my Mystical Dog.Before we landed here, the winds of time travel swept us off course, and we missed the right landing era.The gusts of time still whirled. I grabbed my poet's fedora hat with the colorful Peruvian hatband before it blew off.Then I reached to pull my supernatural four legged compan...

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“Traveling Through Winds of Time ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #240

The morning breeze brushed against my skin. It carried the scents of salt air and fir trees."ooooo...oooooo...oooo" call the Mourning Doves through the forest. A vision of shapes, lights and shadows drifts across the waters of the lake.It is forming a picture that is wavering on the ripples of the lake. To a time traveler, it evokes waves on the ripples of time.Lately, the feeling of the troubled world's weight getting heavier was growing. I needed a happy uplift."It was time for a time-out," I thought. "I need something new, or something fo...

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“ Mystical Animals with Supernatural Gifts ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #239

Tension turned to chuckles when I saw my Mystical Dog's eyes wink at me.The winter moon was rising over the river. I tried not to feel nervous about tonight's performance.Scents of the ocean and wet fir trees after the rain evoked dreams of the Mystic Beach. My ethereal creature wagged his tail and smiled at me.The notes for tonight's presentation sitting in my pocket begged me to take another look. "Was this going to be good enough? Or was it a mistake?"The wheels of my supernatural dog's mind were always turning. "What's he up to now?" He ...

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“Eagles Sky Dance ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #238

Eagles dancing in the sky help inspire threads of connections, weaving together the lives of an Oregon Coast lighthouse keeper and a woman on the East Coast.A copy of the 1898 Matrimonial Bazar publication for personal ads sat on Elias's desk.Below the heading, it said,”Our aim is high: To increase the number of home firesides, increase the happiness of other people, in short, to do what we can in mitigating woe and loneliness in any sphere or grade of life. To cultivate the aims of life and help men and women into a state of bliss. Yours re...

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“Serendipity Calls ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #237

On two different coasts, the warp and weft of the loom of destiny drew two threads together. A fortunate stroke of serendipity began to weave them into one fabric. Two lives, thousands of miles apart, became intertwined.In 1898, on the East Coast, Maryanne sat reading by kerosene lantern light in a house near the harbor. Three-masted schooners and steamships rested on the sheltered waters of her Atlantic Ocean seafaring community.The streets and busy shops were quiet in the evening's twilight. Horses pulling carriages passed occasionall...

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“Something in Your Light ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #236

Aquaria missed the artistic engineer, who breathed life into his designs, singing his poetry, and giving her a lighthouse soul.She still missed her original clockwork gears from the 1890’s that rotated the beacon light inside the crystalline, multi-faceted, glass Fresnel lens. Like a giant diamond, it reflected light from all the sharp cuts.Sometimes for fun she made the light pulse against the night sky, bright as a sun then like a dim star in the distance.One night local boy Ray Olson was lurking around the lighthouse. Aquaria did her puls...

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“1898 at the Lighthouse - Horses Running Wild ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #235

Flame, Blaze, and Shadow felt pulses of excitement and bolted across the dunes, hooves flying over the sandy hills. The wind sang in their ears and their hooves almost lifted them off into flight above earth."Let's run and run..... ," is what they might have said if horses could speak.Grabbing mane, pulling on the reins, and yelling, "Whoa," the riders struggled to stay on the horses, who continued to sprint ahead with their eyes shining.Running over the sand dune trail, the horses gave in to their hidden, primitive wild urges.The riders bob...

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“1898 at the Lighthouse - A Whale of a Secret ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #234

The majestic whale who had seen many decades was floating with the swells near the lighthouse. She knew her time was nearing, when her essence would go on to another life. She began to instinctively look for a soft, sandy beach for her 40-foot-long body to rest. For many years the wise whale taught the younger whales and helped lead when they swam in the migrations up and down the Oregon coast. They liked to spend summers in the Arctic and go south to the warm, tropical waters off Mexico for winters. There they bore their cal...

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“1898 at the Lighthouse - When Dreams Are Calling ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #233

Joseph watched whole tree trunks with roots attached bobbing in the churning sea.He saw the wind-driven waves tossing them so they landed in tangled piles on the sandy beach below the lighthouse. "Later we can gather wood, dry it, and use it for the fires in the warming stoves," he thought.Joseph's knitted cap, layered under another hat, protected his head from the windy rain squalls when they blew in from the ocean."I'm still glad we came here," he thought. "I love living by the sea." The gusts chilled his face. He put his hands in his...

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“1898 at the Lighthouse - The Hero Puppy ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #232

“Where was that beacon? He should be seeing it flash by now.” Captain Alfonse Belanger knew this patch of the Oregon coast was called “the graveyard of the Pacific.” In the fading light, he scanned the rugged shoreline for the flash of the lighthouse beacon.*****Miles away, off the path to the Mystic Lighthouse high on the bluffs, the lighthouse keeper lay partway down the side of the cliff after losing his footing on the wet, slippery path.Joseph saw the darkening sky and turned, trying to reach a rocky handhold, so he could pull ...

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Author bio

Hello Writers! I am writing light, historical fiction - for kids around 10 years old through adults. website: https://kristigott.com -- (You'll need to copy that address and paste it into a search box.) Facebook link: https://www.facebook.com/kristi.m.gott/ Email - kristigott@gmail.com I live in the forested, mountain wilderness of the central Oregon Coast, in the Pacific Northwest of the U.S. My dog, a lab - border collie - aussie mix named Coos Bay Bear (after a well known Oregon bay) likes to roam the coastal forests, mountain trails, and boat docks at the ports with me. He helps me think of new story ideas! Thank you for visiting my profile. Happy writing!