Kyle Sager

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

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“Now” by Kyle Sager

I must have only been dreaming, all that time away from him. Perhaps it’s within the revival of the forgotten that appears one’s true question of what living really means.  In Clissold Park I sat alone and waited for him to show. The sharp, jagged shadows of pine trees stretched out infinitely on the lawns as the sun set, and a gentle wind carried the flitting swallows up and down as though strings were attached...

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“The Driving Snow” by Kyle Sager

I tied and untied my Converse in the passenger seat, knees tucked close to my chest and sitting very still in the empty Southwest High School parking lot. One by one, snowflakes fell from a gray and motionless sky, only to land and melt instantly on the windshield, transforming into nothing but a dot of clear liquid, almost as if it were raining. It was New Year's Eve, my last year of school, and...

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“Reasons For Not Being Enough” by Kyle Sager

“You can’t be serious,” I said. “It’s a 90’s minivan isn’t it? Those use gas like crazy, it’ll cost you fifty bucks to get me to O’Hare and back.” He scratched the back of his neck, fluffing up the tuft of hair sticking out in a bout of bedhead. His smile was warm like wool.  “I don’t mind,” he said, still grinning. “Really.”  I glanced out the window at the limoncello La Croix cans on t...

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“Ambivalence” by Kyle Sager

It was the last night of the sodium lights, and one by one they were dying out. How fitting it seemed to be, almost as if they knew their end was in sight, and rather than be snuffed out by the harsh unscrewing of a bulb, they flickered themselves, edging the quiet street closer and closer into the blackness of early-morning June. Exhausted as he was, Silas went out walking, alone in gym shorts and a white tee s...

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“Pictures Only I Can See” by Kyle Sager

Click.  I always wished I could take a real photograph just by blinking, my eyelids acting as camera shutters, silently fluttering closed and open again in a split second, the image projected and then frozen into the darkness of memory – permanent and only mine. Sometimes, on days when I spent all day outside of the apartment, I pretended to do it. I would capture my friends, grinning with their...

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Author bio

I'm a 25 year old writer in Chicago. I like to write about real life and real emotions.

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