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Grace Kelley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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Buried Story

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #330

She reached into her pocket, digging around for a small light and something to suffocate herself with. Her fingers wrapped around the small lighter and small box. Her hand moved up, cupping the small flame from the nipping breeze. The lighter pushed out the small flame against her cigarette. The end lighting, a small orange glow in the gray. She took a long drag, letting the smoke fill her, before breathing it out her nose. She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth before letting it dangle from her fingers at her side. Her steps shuffled ...

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Ma puce

Grace Kelley

The hum of the car lulled her out of her sleep, the light flashing over her eyelids, making everything look red before the light would fall away again, leaving her back in darkness from behind her eyelids. Her head felt like someone had washed against a curb before putting it back together and then hitting it with a bat one more time. She opened her eyes, pinks, blues and yellows in swirls greeted her. She blinked a few times before realized it was a scarf of sorts covering the sunroof of the car. The light streaming through it. She felt her...

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Red string

Grace Kelley

The faint scent of burnt matches lingered in the familiar police station, clinging to the scuffed floors and the stale air.Charles Watson’s shoes tapped against the worn tiles, each step echoing too loud for a place that knew too many secrets. His hand stayed buried in his coat pocket, fingers brushing the cold shape hidden there. Officer Brown looked up from his stack of papers before calling back“Someone go fetch Holmes!” Before his eyes shifted back. “Mr. Watson, third time this month.” Officer Brown said Watson's shoes stopped just short...

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Feed the Secret

Grace Kelley

I don't care about reading, it's a waste of time. The idea of it is nice… To read something and feel what the characters are feeling, their grief, joy, rage, embarrassment and to feel the rest of the world fade away. Just you and the world you hold in your hands.  I think that's why I followed and went along with this dumb trip, to find a library that hasn't been seen in a long time.  They say the library holds every copy of every story and book written or to be written. I don't know how that's possible, but it caught my attention....

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Salt water

Grace Kelley

Salt. Water. Salt water.  Salt water itself doesn't smell like anything, it's what in the salt water that gives it the smell. Whatever is in the salt water is stale and sulphury. I don't know what in the water that gives it that strange smell. Maybe its dead fish, bacteria or something entirely else. I don't really know, but it's thought provoking. Did you know that sulfur, the pale yellow element with the atomic number of 16 the one that can be found in soil, plants, food and water is used in a number of things? It's used in ...

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What are we thinking?

Grace Kelley

Three teens stood outside the mansion, it had been abandoned for ten years now and no one was willing to buy it, but no one knew why. One of the boys walked over to the for sale sign that seemed to be replaced recently, the house never seemed to get anything replaced besides this sign.  The boy kicked the sign down before glancing back at the girl holding a bag, he watched her reach into her bag before bringing out three flashlights and holding it out to him and the other boy. Each boy reached out before grasping the lights and flicke...

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The loop ends, kinda

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #99

The longest day that never ends, well I would like to say it's me sitting in a classroom, but it's not school time, it's summer time. I could say it's the long summer nights spent awake looking up at the stars, but it's not, the longest day of the year, the day that never ends, is well today. Not your today, my today, it would be your maybe three years ago today, but for me it's been the same summer day over and over again, it not a bad actually, no school, I can goof off and do whatever I want, can rob a bank, travel, meet whoever I want,...

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Dead Trip

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #99

I’m on a summer road trip, but the only difference is that instead of a nice air conditioned car of sorts, I’m walking on the hot road, underneath the hot summer sun, so a trip yes, a road yes, just not the type of road trip you would think. I am not alone, I am with my worst enemy, can people have worse enemies? Yes, yes they can and this person is the worst, she is awful, but why am I with her because we were going to the same summer camp, but to get there you need to travel far. So my mom and her mom thought it would be a great idea for...

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Remembering Grandma's words

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #99

Honestly meeting that girl, Cianna after getting beaten to a pulp was a surprise, because she didn't just leave me to rot, but she did remind me of what my grandma had said so many summer nights ago, my grandma was known for being a tad crazy before she passed, but I remember the last thing she had told me. It had been a cool summer night with lightning bugs filling the sky, we had lemonade and cookies and I had been perfectly content with my life, with my future when my grandma called me over. I walked over and sat close to her. She looke...

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Apparently my new best friend

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #99

Watching the sun come up was incredible, watching the colors spread out and the gold light hit my skin, it felt incredible, I looked at Miles, who apparently shall be my new best friend. He doesn’t know that yet, but he will.I got up and began to shove things into my bag and got up. Sleeping outside wasn't bad, I reached into my bag and grabbed some roots to chew on, I walked over to Miles and kneeled down, poking him in the shoulder, “Miles are you awake? How are you feeling? Miles wake up” he groaned as he swatted my hand away and sat...

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Light is home

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #99

The sun was dangerous, the light that would seep through and my people would fear it and be something to avoid at all cost, we were told if we were to go into the light we would melt like the wings of Icarus who was the son of Daedalus a skillful craftsman.   I didn’t understand why we would melt, I wasn't made out of wax, well I was pretty sure I wasn't made out of wax, but I lived in a dark place, hardly any light and with people who were always scared and sad. I tried to make things better, make them less sad. I tried with m...

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The River

Grace Kelley

Submitted to Contest #98

My town was next to a river, a winding, never ending river that was wide and deep. We weren't allowed to go near it, some of the people in my town say if we were to go too close we would drown and be in pain. Maybe I should have listened because I did drown, but didn’t die. Would I be sorry for leaving to the river, maybe. I did not die, I had fallen in, I had hit the bottom of the rocky river below, it was deep and cold and the rushing water swept me away, I emerged from the water, I was nowhere near home and my bones felt stiff from the ...

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