Kyla Davis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Stranger Danger” by Kyla Davis

Submitted to Contest #276

In late August 1982, I traveled with my parents to visit my grandfather, who was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s and needed long-term care. What was meant to be a long weekend stretched into an extended stay, leaving me to fly home alone to return to work. My mother, anxious about the idea, was relieved when a middle-aged man we met at the airport—a fellow passenger—offered to look out for me. I saw him as a father figure. I was mistaken. It was a mistake I had made before—and would repeat again over the years. I wanted to bel...

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“That In-Between Place” by Kyla Davis

Submitted to Contest #275

Over centuries I’ve visited countless humans, often in their darkest hours. They’re usually alarmed at my presence and react with fear or confusion. I try to remain in the background, but sometimes, a subtle nudge is needed to communicate beyond words. Reactions vary. Some hide under blankets, wishing me away. Others numb themselves hoping substances can push me out of their reality. But I remain, finding my way in their deepest consciousness. Some seek solace, hoping I might lead them through a portal into paradise. But it doesn’t work that...

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“Fly Away Little Bird” by Kyla Davis

Submitted to Contest #274

The diagnosis was grim. They gave me a year, maybe two. My life was already in disarray, and I couldn’t even process this news. My health became just another item on an endless to-do list. I had no idea how to cope. The past year is mostly a blur now, but one thing was clear—something was terribly wrong. It felt like the thin veil separating the physical world from the spiritual had ripped apart, leaving me stranded between realities. I couldn't tell which level of hell I was living in. What curse had fallen upon our small family? Were the s...

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“The Treasure Chest” by Kyla Davis

Submitted to Contest #273

The antique rocking chair finally arrived, a long-promised heirloom that had traveled through several family members before being handed down to me. It was as if everyone had forgotten their commitment until they were tired of the sad chair. I wasn’t there to claim it when my grandmother passed; her verbal wishes had been dismissed in the absence of a written will. In the end, people remember what suits them best. Most of her belongings were distributed, leaving only a few old trunks, which I claimed just in time. My father had snatched them...

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