LM Konkel-Dixon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“Somewhere New” by LM Konkel-Dixon

Neso woke with a start in a supine position. The ceiling overhead had lines that ran through the veins against the white and formed a pattern that his eyes frantically searched as he scrambled onto his feet. His head throbbed and getting up as fast as he did left him feeling lightheaded. The room he was in was by all accounts a typical bedroom as he could make out in the darkness a place to sleep with two slender doors to his right and one to his left. He wasn't sure where he was and as hard as he tried, his memories felt fuzzy. He pressed a...

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“Magic From the Sky Pt. 3” by LM Konkel-Dixon

Valentina itched to lengthen her stride. Every second away from her brother spiked her worry. It didn't help that the magic behind the magocalypse was doing something new again. The magic falling from the sky had given way to impossibly lightweight pebbles in every color imaginable. Anders gathered every color he could in his hands, stowing them in his pockets and slowing them further. Valentina cut her childhood best friend Jax a sharp look. Jax met her eyes and tried to silently give her a message in return. She stopped suddenly. "Do you...

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“Magic From the Sky Pt. 2” by LM Konkel-Dixon

There was a certain music that accompanied the magic when it rained. No one else heard it. Rather, neither Valentina nor Jax heard it. Now that the initial panic that realization brought had faded, Ansel could once again appreciate the delicate sound. He closed his eyes and plucked out a complementary melody on his small calliope. He felt something building, in his chest or in the air he couldn't be sure, but as he reached for it a clanging bang against the bunker’s entrance made him jump. "Let me in!" came a frantic voice followed by anot...

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“Magic From the Sky Pt. 1” by LM Konkel-Dixon

Ansel's fingers danced along the keys of the small calliope he'd painstakingly set up in the underground bunker. His sister Valentina busied herself with the final preparations to transform the space they'd be staying in for the foreseeable future. Ansel hit a sour note and sighed inaudibly. Each passing year saw the seasonal derecho grow in length and intensity until everyone in the area was forced to take refuge underground.  "Will you stop messing around with that doohickey and help me section off the bedding areas?" Valentina love...

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“The Family Dinner ” by LM Konkel-Dixon

"I know this is short notice," Aten said, an apology in his voice and a tremulous smile on his face. He looked up at her from where he knelt on one knee. "And I swear I meant to ask you in a way that had all the fanfare you deserve, but I can't wait one more night." He pulled a small box from the pocket of his coat. "Lindy, will you marry me?" Lindy gasped. She was not expecting the sudden proposal but when he went down on one knee, what else could it be? By the mixed emotions of her family, no one expected this when her boyfriend barged i...

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“The Water Bringers Part 2” by LM Konkel-Dixon

Everything was perfect. Eolian clutched his journal in a white-knuckled grip. It had to be perfect. He'd gone over each entry a hundred, two hundred, three hundred times. He'd written and rewritten and finally transcribed the end results into the journal Audun had bought him. Audun. Eolian relaxed slightly just thinking about him. Somehow, in that special Audun-only way, Audun understood him. Without trying, it seemed. Which was startling from the start and no less startling now. Eolian was no great orator. He had neither the temperament nor...

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“The Water Bringers Part 1” by LM Konkel-Dixon

The ancient texts describe a world of abundance far unlike anything we'd dare dream of today. Our ancestors traversed vast waters teeming with life, both predator and prey. Beings of draconic majesty draped themselves in the elements, occasionally sharing the wealth of their knowledge with the humans that were proven worthy. Colorful serpents of every shape, size, and demeanor captivated ancient authors and artists alike. Terrifying beasts the size of settlements would swallow fleets whole, or else drag them into the depths. It seems even ou...

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“The Plant (Part 2)” by LM Konkel-Dixon

"Hm." Gianna bent closer to the young plants, studying their petals for damage. "Not this one..." she moved on to the next row. You would think that after nearly two hours Gianna would have been done. She couldn't explain it, but ever since finding that so-called magic flower in the forest Gianna's home had felt... empty. "Why are we looking at plants again?" Brennan asked. "They're just going to die. The last time you planted anything, it withered away." "The forest plant's lonely," Gianna said. She lightly tapped a plant with peach-col...

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“The Plant (Part 1)” by LM Konkel-Dixon

"Go look for the magic flower, he said." Gianna Reece was many things, confident and sometimes cutting among them. But she was neither a believer in magic nor good with kids. "So what on Earth possessed me to find the kid a magic flower I know doesn't exist?" "Because despite what you say, you like kids," Gianna's best friend Brennan said. He jumped at the sound of a branch falling out of a tree. He was the furthest thing from an outdoorsman and hated every second of traipsing through the woods. After twenty minutes on the trail, Gianna de...

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“The Hollow Ode” by LM Konkel-Dixon

“The Hollow Ode was sung as a way for every clan of the forest to remember the oath of peace we once swore, but the last few decades, the clans have divided, even among themselves which has caused the ode to crumble.” Gülay stared at the half-drunk griffin that sat next to her at the bar. The tavern was the first real place that felt familiar since they found their way into this strange world. They were exhausted, climbing over branches and trekking through the woven system of trees, so seeing the tavern was a blessing.  The tavern wa...

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“The Snow Dagger” by LM Konkel-Dixon

Turned out flying mice loved waterfalls. But it was enough that they were finally satisfied with a place that could be their new nesting site. This meant the mini cats finally told them where to track down the key to getting them out of this strange fantasy land. That was the one thing they agreed on. The three friends were ready to get back to normalcy and to where the showers lived. The only ones still enjoying the climbing and traveling through branches were the cats. Nadya, on the other hand, was feeling the opposite. They had found the ...

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“The Flying Mice” by LM Konkel-Dixon

“So the vermin are trying to take over your homes?” Gülay asked. She sat with Anya and Nadya on the ledge of a thick branch with several mini cats sitting across from them on smaller branches. Her clowder had disappeared into the various nooks to explore.  “They are running us out of our territory,” a small voice said. The mini cat had short legs, a squat body, a fluffy tail, and patches on its white fur that glowed purple. Spots was the bravest of the group - which was saying much - and sat the closest to them, perched on the tipping ...

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“The Fraidy Cats” by LM Konkel-Dixon

“Did we lose them?” Nadya asked, hugging Nemehiss with dear life. The dracats had vanished from sight but that didn’t mean they weren’t still tracking them. “I don’t see them,” Anya said. She let out a soft breath of relief.  “Not to be that person,” Gülay started, pausing before continuing, “but can’t cats track our scent?” “Maybe we can lose them if we find water,” Clawdia suggested. The cats quickened their speed and soon brought them out of the thick assortment of the jungle. They emerged onto a ledge that overlooked a luminescen...

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“The Gossiping Clowder” by LM Konkel-Dixon

Gülay came out of the shadowy door into a dimly lit jungle. Thick vines hung down from branches that hunkered together to form a canopy overhead. Wide leaves on thin stalks were bent over as if curious about the newcomers. Foliage covered the dirt with arrangements of bright yellow and orange flowers, dark green threads of grass, and tendrils of mossy vines snaking across the ground. Nadya emerged behind her, nearly bumping into her, and then was knocked to the side when Anya appeared. The shadowy vortex of a door disappeared into the thin a...

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“The Locked Door” by LM Konkel-Dixon

"Yeah," Anya said, sarcasm crackling in her tone, "go up to the portal of blackness and knock. I dare you." The three women stared at the shimmering black blob that took up space in the center of the kitchen, blocking their view of the other half. The only elements seen were the little touches of Gülay’s personality on the counter such as her cat-shaped cheeseboard, her black and white cat wine holder, the decorative bowls with cat legs holding them up, the cat-printed dish towel, the cat holder that had a long slender tail to hold the ring ...

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Author bio

LM draws inspiration from fairytales, folklore, and nature to write stories that are quirky, humorous, fantastical, and sometimes even strange. They are passionate about photography, art, mythology, and creativity. Their goal is to see their stories enjoyed by many.