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Krystal Renee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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I Was Never Going Nowhere

Submitted to Contest #305

Feeling the thump of bass in my bones from the blaring music, I felt alive. My ears rang from the songs playing far too loudly, but I didn’t care. I had no care in the world. My foot on the gas didn’t feel heavy or tired; it felt only effortless. My foot was as committed to getting where I was going, and to who I was chasing, as my heart. I was chasing freedom. I had changed my entire life and direction in just a few months. I was no longer held hostage by the restraints of my inabilities or insecurity. I was about to become brand new. I san...

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Too Tired to Shine

Submitted to Contest #305

At some point, the mask always slips and the disguise comes off. The one she’s carefully crafted over decades. Flawless on the surface, tailored to every social cue, and cracks just enough to let the truth bleed through. She has been performing for so long, she could hardly notice the effort anymore. She knows when to smile, when to frown, and when to stay silent while the room erupts around her. She has worn the mask so well that she forgets it’s there. But today is different. Today, she’s slipping. Today, she wanted to quit, just for today...

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What the Night Knows

Submitted to Contest #304

Daylight in childhood is like air, unquestioned, constant. The sun rises faithfully, drawing patterns across the day that teach us rhythm, trust, and time. In sunlight, the world is awake, alive, functioning. Daylight means movement and possibility; it brings hope as it casts out the darkness of the moon. Summer memories blur, not from lack of meaning, but from the sheer speed of joy: chlorinated air, aloe-slicked skin, the sting of ice cream on young teeth. Daylight pulses like a second heartbeat, each moment moving fast and bright, burning...

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Held Together by Wire

Submitted to Contest #302

Held Together by WireKrystal Renee My eyes clenched shut in fear of the artificial suns above me as I continued to scream, “You have to help me,” over and over. “Please help me.” The room was filled with sterile, composed, but bustling people, like a busy sidewalk. Each person had a job, a role, and a responsibility. None of them looked directly at me. I kept screaming, “Please help me,” as if I were begging along that very sidewalk. I was there for them, after all. Finally, as I began to tire, a man in a white coat appeared above me. He was...

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The Breaking of Resilience

Submitted to Contest #301

The Breaking of Resilience Krystal Renee Resiliency is a worn, tattered jacket I keep tucked away in the depths of a closet. I did not need the jacket until catastrophe struck. Though frayed, old, and out of style, it’s comfortable—my go-to when nothing else works. The jacket collects dust most days, but it’s still my favorite tool. I store it in the darkest corner of the closet in hopes it will bring me peace. Resiliency is for life. Even on days when I’m flying through the water in the pool or walking through the gardening store to buy pla...

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