Kristine McCraw

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Encounter” by Kristine McCraw

Submitted to Contest #276

The EncounterI noticed the glassy eyes first, then her unsteady stance. Before she could speak, her son, William, rushed to the door to receive the box of food I was offering. She backed away demurely and unsure of my presence. I knew William from the mentor program, but this was the first time I met his mother. There was no father, only older siblings who had moved out of the apartment of this Title 8 housing complex. William thanked me and quickly bid me goodbye. I gave a cursory glance inside before leaving—two pieces of furniture and a s...

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“Dead Center” by Kristine McCraw

Submitted to Contest #273

Agnes’s Diary 1872 Written by Agnes Febron in Pennsylvania State Hospital I only wanted to scare Hetty. I thought the sight of the gun would stop the insanity. It was Hetty who came after me that day. She caught me in the canning room. She came not only to confront me but to kill me. She was angry with me because she wanted her sister to marry Laurence and I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin what I built with my husband. After all, I am the lady of the manor! I felt the s...

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“Telltale Trail” by Kristine McCraw

Submitted to Contest #271

Telltale TrailA walking path meandered through a forest beside a small town with a lustrous square garden and gazebo in its center. Every year Oktoberfest was celebrated in the square with traditional food and fanfare. On a cool October evening, the square came alive with gaiety- throngs of party goers weaving through dense crowds, groups huddled, listening to loud bands blaring instruments, picnic tables of people eating tasty, deep-fried food and steaming stews, drinking dark brews and warm ciders, and winners and losers playing High Strik...

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“The Keepsake Box ” by Kristine McCraw

Submitted to Contest #241

Charlotte smoked a cigarette on the balcony while I stuffed pieces of her life in boxes. Her promise to have it all packed before today was a ruse to rope me into helping her move to another apartment. After finishing her second cigarette, she staggard back inside, maneuvering herself around piles of stuff with rumpled hair and a half-buttoned sweater over a crumpled t-shirt, then joined me in the kitchen, where I was packing dishes. I couldn't take the lingering smell of the cigarette smoke, so I excused myself. I decided to work in the bed...

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“The Magic in the Wind” by Kristine McCraw

Submitted to Contest #240

The Magic in the WindBy Kristine K. McCraw My reflection, a silhouette of contemplation, stared back at me from the water. I sat on the dock like The Thinker—crouched forward, furrowed brow, and deep into my thoughts. A breeze skimmed the surface of the water and washed over me. I watched my reflection ripple. Should I mail the letter? I asked myself again. Its power was peculiar—so light in weight, I could barely...

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“Crossroads” by Kristine McCraw

Submitted to Contest #237

Going East, Spruce Street led to the little town of Treesville. Going West, it traveled through the wide-open space of the country where White Pine Highway crossed over Spruce. This is the crossroad where I discovered my true love. Friday afternoon, my mind was tapping out thoughts of a good weekend as I drove west on Spruce toward my little country cape cod. It was a yellow kind of day: sunny, energetic, and almost happy hour. I planned a short nap before meeting Marcia at Town Tavern by six. Let's go, people. My head was screaming at the r...

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