Sam Kirk

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“Alice in Wonderland” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #32

The second the alarm went off, Alice jumped out of bed. She had never been a morning person before, but now, since she became her own boss, waking up at the crack of dawn no longer posed a problem for the thirty-one-year-old. Dressed in her navy blue pajamas adorned with stars and matching slippers, Alice shuffled into the kitchen and switched on the Smart Light. At first, Alice was skeptical when she heard of this invention, but was now a total believer. The light started off dim and gradually became brighter over a span of five minutes, gi...

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“Closing time” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #29

Anastasia laid her head on the desk right after she sat down next to me. Her hair covered her face. Not being a morning person, I understood and wanted to do the same. Who came up with the idea of starting classes at 7.30 A.M anyway? But Ana was not like me. Typically, she was fully awake at the crack of dawn, smiling, and oozing with energy. Today she was not her usual self, and that made me uneasy.“You alright?” I asked in a whisper, trying not to draw any unwanted attention from our teacher, who was looking for an excuse to quiz us.“My he...

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“The one that got away” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #29

As I sign the final decree of divorce, I cannot help but think back to the time when I fell in love with Penelope. We were 13 or 14, attending the same junior high, but never had any classes together.There was this walking club that met every Saturday and Sunday morning for a few months every year. Its goal was to educate the youth about the city’s architecture and history. My friend and I signed up because we were genuinely interested in learning more about the city we lived in, but I imagine that the promise of a better grade in some of th...

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“Options” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #29

Sitting in my 4 P.M. French class, the professor’s voice seemed miles away, but that was alright. Right now, I was just glad that we were tackling new material, so all I had to do was to look as if I was paying attention. Focusing my eyes on the coursebook in front of me and doodling in it seemed to do the job. No one was paying any attention to me, and the professor kept talking without interruptions.Aside from some random geometric shapes, I found myself sketching a girl on her knees and with tears streaming down her cheek. Phrases express...

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“Music not war” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #26

The sky was a dark shade of grey as if foreshadowing what was to come. Nicholas took out his violin and gently placed it on his left shoulder. The moment the bow in his right hand made contact with the strings, all of the storm clouds vanished, revealing a bright sun adorning an ocean-like sky. A 19-year-old Nicholas turned into a four-year-old boy walking down a narrow street paved with cobblestones. His mother was right next to him, holding his hand, skipping as she went and smiling. Nicholas had been to Zagreb many times since then, but n...

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“Musical chairs” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #26

The house at 4 Wheel Drive was always filled with music, dance, and laughter. Mr. Roberts was a music teacher who played the guitar, the piano, as well as the trumpet. He never met an instrument he was not able to tame. Mrs. Roberts was a professional wedding singer and a ballroom dancer. Together, they made a perfect duo, often entertaining their neighbors and friends with song and dance. From the outside, looking in, their lives seemed like a one, long musical. Even the most mundane of chores were accompanied with one of them at least humm...

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“Say my name” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #26

Woken up by loud voices in the distance, I slowly opened up my eyes. None of the voices sounded familiar, and I could not make out what they were shouting about. The ringing in my ears was not helping. I blinked twice, but the fog in front of me did not dissipate. “Have I finally gone senile?” – I asked myself, unable to recall anything from the previous evening.A pounding headache might have suggested that I had been on a drinking binge, but I put those days behind me over a decade ago. “Sir?” – a voice close by asked, and a blurry face app...

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“Prodigy” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #26

Amy walked into the room and looked around. It was only a bit smaller than the entire studio apartment that she had been renting for the past couple of years. To her right, there was a robin egg blue couch, which looked like a cloud. Amy reached out as she walked past it. Her fingers elegantly glided through the velvety silk. In the corner, there was a TV on the wall and a table with a Keurig and everything you might need to make a cup of coffee or tea beneath it. To her left, there was a mirror that took up almost half the wall. In front of...

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“Must. Make. New Year's resolutions.” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #25

December 31st, New Year’s Eve.Work was one big paradox. While many people were off today, those that were not needed stuff done ASAP. Since my mom always told me to take care of everything before the clock struck midnight on the last day of December, I made sure that my desk was cleared by the end of the day.The streets were quiet but busy at the same time. While some people were at home getting ready for the upcoming party, others were out running around, trying to accomplish last-minute tasks.As I walked home from work, I wondered what I w...

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“Reflection” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #25

Worried that I might be late for class, I took two steps at a time as I rushed upstairs towards the classroom.“Sociology canceled” – the sign on the door read.It went on to explain that the professor fell ill at the last minute and that a make-up class would be scheduled and announced via email at a later time.Sociology was a two-hour long class, after which I had Politics. A dilemma presented itself. Since I did not live on campus, I could not go back to my room and nap for the next two hours. Instead, I would have to wait for the bus, whic...

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“New Year, New Me.” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #25

I am so sick and tired of hearing “New Year, New Me.”Every.Single.Year.What do these people think is magically going to happen in the New Year that did not happen before?If you are a sloth all of 2019, you will not wake up on January 1st, 2020, with newfound energy to organize every single room in your house. And even if you do, you will probably run out of that energy before noon. If you eat 4,000 calories a day throughout the year of 2019, you will not successfully decrease and maintain your diet by half overnight. If you have not been to ...

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“Achieving the impossible” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #25

“You did it!” – Mary exclaimed and hugged me tightly as I inserted the last piece into its place.I smiled, slightly uncomfortable with her enthusiasm. After all, Mary would never be able to comprehend what that accomplishment meant to me.“Excuse me for a moment” – I said to her and quickly retreated into my room to process things.As I closed the door behind me, I held my breath and pinched my arm just to make sure I was not dreaming. Since I did not wake up in bed after that, I proceeded to sit down at my desk. Next, I powered on the compute...

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“Catch me if you can” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #24

“Well done, Special Agent Rojas” – the director of the FBI said as he shook Monica’s hand.Even though Monica had been with the bureau for only a year, she already made a name for herself. Today was yet another successful day for her since she managed to apprehend a criminal from the “Most Wanted” list. Cases that had previously reached a dead end now rested in the “solved” pile.“How do you do it?” – an agent who had been with the FBI for ten years asked Monica.“Beginner’s luck, I guess” – she replied with a sheepish smile, crumpling the rand...

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“Wood never rusts” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #23

Only two things ever happen in a winter cabin. People either hooked up, or they got killed. Sometimes, it’s both. Since this was not his first rodeo, Edward knew that firsthand.He met Becky, a green-eyed girl with chestnut hair, in the summer of 2008 when she was only 12. Her family bought a cabin not too far from where he lived after they saw a “For Sale” ad in a travel newsletter. They have been looking for a place closer to nature and farther away from all the hustle and bustle of a concrete jungle they called Salt Lake City for well over...

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“A walk in the park” by Sam Kirk

Submitted to Contest #23

Today, I woke up with a raging headache, unable to attribute it to anything. After all, I have been sober for 99 days. Back in the day, massive headaches were a regular occurrence. A bottle of Advil never left my nightstand. The moment I would open my eyes, I would grab three or four pills and chase them with a sip or two of water. No matter how drunk I was, I always made sure to go to bed with a tall bottle of water nearby.Last night, I got home from work, ate dinner from a box that I “cooked” in a microwave, watched the news, and went to b...

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I'm always looking for topics worthy of a debate or writing. For more info check out my blog: https://dailyflabbergast.wordpress.com or hit me up on Twitter @SamGoldieKirk Stay golden, Sam "Goldie" Kirk