Kyle Bennett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Charlie” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #187

Content Warning: Death, alcoholism, depression, thoughts of self-harm Daniel preferred the "airline" bottles. They were easier to steal from the liquor store and easier to hide from the scum out there who would steal them from him. His fingers were almost too numb to twist the tiny cap, but the promise of a shot of - he glanced at the label - pineapple rum gave him superhuman determination. The meager dos...

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“The 4:15 Bus is Running Late” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #182

My cousin Amy had a sly smile on her face across the table. I tried to give her a warning look, but the corner of my mouth involuntarily curled just enough to acknowledge that we shared a secret. Not a secret I want to share with my sixteen year old cousin. "I wonder where Jeremy and Rose got off to?" Aunt Gladys asked, looking around the table. Her eyes passed right over me and Rose. "I'm sure they'll be here." My mother said. "Well", Aunt Gladys said with a wink. "They...

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“All a Good Night” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #178

Wooden men and animals never seen on Earth, celestial ephemera, and shapes with meanings known only to their designers rose up from the salt and the dust in the false twilight of Annabelle's glow. The lighting would take place at midnight, at Charlie's signal. The littlest ones were excited, not least because it was the only time all year they could stay up so late. Annabelle, the lesser, further, and di...

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“Jack's Best Friend” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #176

They didn't let me be with Jack in the hospital, when he needed me the most, so I was all the more excited when he came home. I turned in circles, my tail spun like a propeller. I could hardly coordinate myself, I was so happy. But I managed to run to him, slipping on the polished wood floor. He was sitting in a chair that looked like a bicycle, and I put my front paws in his lap. His father tried to sho...

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“Our Train” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #168

"I rode our train for the last time today. I'm going to miss it."Jake looked out at dozens of confused faces. His walker stood to one side, the podium itself enough to support his frail body. His eldest son, Joseph, himself an old man, stood at his side to steady him, to support him if necessary. God, give me the strength to say what I have to say, he thought to himself. Just these last few minutes before I rest. They need to know it. They need to know Mary as I knew her. Especially the ...

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“Freedom is a Double Edged Sword” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #166

Content Warning: language, substance abuse, self-destructive behavior. ==== "I quit" Rodney's client was not only an asshole, but an idiot to boot. He blatantly lied on the stand. Rodney knew it, the judge knew it, opposing counsel knew it, and the jury knew it. Rodney could prove it, and it put him in a tight situation. Technically, he hadn't known his client would lie, but the bastard had ...

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“Till the Stars Grow Cold” by Kyle Bennett

Submitted to Contest #165

"Goddammit Riley, you shot my tit off!" The the pain is a searing, living thing that burrows into me like a hungry animal. I have enough clarity to realize that it was a glancing blow, the bullet had not gone into my chest. I don't think it did, but it's bad enough and clarity is fading fast. I make the mistake of looking down at my left side, seeing the torn and mangled flesh and the blood. So much blood...

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Author bio

So this girl is at a party and she meets a guy. She asks him, "what do you do?" He says, "I'm writing a novel". Her face brightens, and she says, "Oh! Neither am I." -- hat tip to Mary Spender. I'm writing a novel. And a bunch of short stories. I should be good at it by now, I've been 'writing' these for more than 50 years.