Shana King

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Faded Glow” by Shana King

Submitted to Contest #267

The city was quiet in that eerie way it gets when a storm threatens to break but hasn’t yet. The sky hung low, bloated with dark clouds, and the faint glow of streetlights flickered intermittently, as if unsure whether to fight the impending darkness or surrender. In her small apartment on the fifth floor, Miriam sat on the edge of her worn couch, fingers tracing the rim of an old teacup, the kind with little cracks spidering out from the center. The cup had no tea in it—just the memory of it. The apartment was dominated by a wall of floor-t...

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“The Book Stacks” by Shana King

Submitted to Contest #223

Navigating through the bustling university campus, Jade walked briskly toward the library. She paused occasionally, her eyes scanning the signs to confirm she was heading in the right direction. Her steps quickened with a hint of impatience. "In an age where information is a click away, why am I mandated to engage in this ritual?" she mused silently. The contradiction was stark; they were ushered into college with the call to be independent adults, yet graduate school seemed to clutch onto traditionalism with a vice-like grip. As she haste...

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“The Masquerade” by Shana King

Submitted to Contest #217

The soft hum of the dressing room was a symphony of preparation and transformation. Mirrors lined the walls, each framed with glowing bulbs that cast a flattering light on the faces and forms reflected. Sarah, known to the club's patrons as Brittany, adjusted her outfit in one of these mirrors. Around her, other dancers varied in their states of readiness. Some were basking in the glow of the vanity lights, their skin bare and radiant, while others were half-dressed, their hands gliding over their skin as they applied lotion, filling the air...

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“The Photograph” by Shana King

Submitted to Contest #192

Dani sat on the couch and lifted the footrest to raise her feet. The brown leather was cold through her pajama pants. As she stretched back, Peanut settled more firmly into Dani’s side. At 16 years old, Peanut still could force her small Chihuahua body into the firmest of nooks. As Dani shifted her position to give Peanut more room, her hand brushed against the side of the couch, and she felt something hard and smooth beneath her fingers. Curious, she reached deeper into the couch, feeling around until her fingers brushed against a small, ...

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