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Shana King

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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Ode To Jelly

Shana King

Submitted to Contest #296

Claire had never known the house without the sound of Jelly’s nails tapping the hardwood floor. It was like the metronome of her life—steady, patient, always returning. For ten years, he had been more than a dog. He was a shadow stitched to her heel, a silent witness to the jagged rhythm of her days. When the world felt too sharp, too fast, too much, Jelly was there—mountain-strong and river-quiet.Now, the silence lingered longer in the mornings.She lay in bed, her eyes closed, feigning sleep. There was no use checking the time anymore. Her ...

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Echo Chamber

Shana King

Submitted to Contest #291

Caleb Trask’s hands hovered over the keyboard, but there was nothing left to type. The system had finished compiling on its own.He stared at the glowing screen, the console feeding lines of completion messages back to him - Code compiled successfully. No errors, no warnings. Perfect. The AI had done the work flawlessly, efficiently, and with no need for him. The same AI that had replaced him. Caleb leaned back in his chair, staring at the empty cans of energy drinks on his desk. A week ago, he was debugging core mechanics for Neon Dominion,...

8 likes

Faded Glow

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

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

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...

9 likes

The Photograph

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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