Kryste Andrews

“Perfect Person” by Kryste Andrews

Submitted to Contest #212

This story includes references to physical affection, but not sexual contact.                       PERFECT PERSON                                                ...

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“Reborn” by Kryste Andrews

Submitted to Contest #118

TW Description of death REBORN by Kryste Andrews   The leaving occurs without regret or grief, her death anticipated, all preparations in order.   Twenty Still Living gather around the place of her leaving, their arms extended, palms up in confirmation of Jesse’s purpose, the moving of her SPIRIT to its next phase. Jesse cherishes their ritual, their sanctioning of her return to a reality beyond the mirage of earthly existence. Soon enough, she will return to earth with proof of the Real World for all to see and hear. Her huma...

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“Small Town USA” by Kryste Andrews

Submitted to Contest #116

Warning: Racial prejudice                                    Small Town USA                                   by Kryste Andrews          “If you date a Mex...

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“Ending” by Kryste Andrews

Submitted to Contest #112

Content warning: death, terminal illnessEnding  by Kryste AndrewsOn the dashboard, the digital clock tracks the passage of time. Kate’s eyes dart from the road to the clock and back to the car in front of her, license plate memorized by now. Exactly twelve minutes have passed with no movement on the road. Mass exasperation reached the breaking point at five minutes, she noted, and the honking and shouts from other drivers began a crescendo. At six minutes she turned off the engine and closed her eyes. She would not participate in l...

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“I'll Never Tell” by Kryste Andrews

CW: Child sexual abuse, sexual assault, institutional abuse I’ll Never Tell   by Kryste AndrewsKathy can’t control herself, so I can’t be mad at her. I just grit my teeth when the mattress grows warm – again. Lying next to her, I want nothing more than to sleep in a bed by myself, not toss and turn, feeling sad for Kathy, for us, waiting for the wetness to seep over to my side.“Please don’t tell,” she pleads every morning, avoiding my gaze.Every morning my stomach churns when I promise, “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell....

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“MARS” by Kryste Andrews

Submitted to Contest #108

        MARS by Kryste Andrews After one full hour, Nikolai’s effort to break through Mars’ rocky exterior ends, fruitless. The raw sound of the jackhammer-like apparatus still works on Stanislav’s nerves. He grumbles, irritated by the failure to make a dent in the lava-like landscape. What a ridiculous instrument to bring on a mission of so much import. A primitive tool, like father used to wield while breaking up concrete, not sophisticated enough for space ...

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