Vickie Kap

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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“Mike's Wicked Bet” by Vickie Kap

Submitted to Contest #277

Mike is running. His bare feet stung on the forest floor with each step, but he can't stop. He has to get out of here. He can't let the witch catch him. "Jamie, this is all your fault!" he yells at nobody in particular. It's not. He knows it’s no one's fault but his own. His foot catches on a branch, and he trips, face planting into the dirt. He feels his glasses shatter on the impact. He really doesn't have much energy left; his breathing labored from the physical activity that he's not used to. But when he hears the rustling of branches, ...

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“I Can See It Now” by Vickie Kap

Submitted to Contest #152

Warning: This story alludes to injustices towards women, sexual coercion and medical malpractice."I can see it now," I said, followed by a dark chuckle. Sarcasm. It's the only way to get through these days."Yeah soon they'll just be barging into hospitals and chaining us up. Keeping us nice and healthy so it all goes well." My friend replies. She's sitting next to me. We're at the park. Observing the playground."Hell, we probably don't even need to be conscious. If our hearts are beating and our brains aren't dead, we could have sh...

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“ExperiMental” by Vickie Kap

Submitted to Contest #105

U needs to get out of here alive. Time is running out and U has no one else to trust but himself. He has to do whatever it takes to escape this prison.“You hear that? You were right, okay? I can’t do this! Just let me out of here!”U screams into the cement ceiling, his words echoing back around him, surrounding him in hopelessness. He knows that the other can hear him. He just needs them to listen to him. Like they did before.“I can’t do this! At least not alone. You know that we used to be a team. Hell, we were like one organism. One body, ...

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Masters in forensic toxicology. I cope with stress by writing songs, poetry, or short stories. Words do me good, and I'm glad I can share it 😊