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K.B. Sprague

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2026

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For Sophia

Weekly Contest #357

Hey, what the hell did I do now? It's all flat and shit,” Rob pulled his tray of cookies from the oven, exasperated. “It's because you melted the butter instead of using colder butter like the directions said, and put a dollar in my jar for swearing,” Sophia said as she grabbed a half empty jar of coins from the dusty shelf behind her. She gestured it towards Rob and shook it. “It started off as a quarter,” Rob points out as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket, flipping through the bills to find a single. On his first offence, he offe...

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The Ink-Black Lion

Weekly Contest #356

Giggles and excited footsteps echo through the maze of booths in the back-drop of the towering red tent. The smell of roasted peanuts and smoked meats beckons giddy patrons to come and devour it. Tilly the “Lion-Faced Woman” sat in her tent, combing her coarse cheek hair in front of a stained mirror. She is immune to the circus’s trance it puts the crowds outside the canvas wall under. The armor she so carefully built around herself is nearly impenetrable to this cheer and is merely noise. The stillness was interrupted by an abrupt ringing ...

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Uprooted

The cafe was mobbed with its usual Sunday rush. A trio managed to snag a booth in the corner by the emergency exit, snaking through the crowd to claim it for themselves. Their trays were loaded with coffees, egg sandwiches, and pastries. There is a gentle sigh of relief from the group and they sit down, except from Genny, who is absentmindedly biting her ring finger nail and picking at the cuticle. She’s half-listening to her fiancé and maid of honor quarrel over his controversial choice of first dance song. A playful nudge of the shoulder...

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Not Alone

Weekly Contest #354

TW: alludes to pedophilia I watched my father turn the pool filter off for the tenth time this week. The chlorine tablet is absent from the buoy as well. So much for giving him small tasks. The water was cloudy and a thin layer of algae began to form around the edges. Getting to lay on a floaty in the pool with an engrossing true crime podcast was the only thing I had to look forward to when I returned home. Instead I’m left with managing a budding frog problem, dad’s hijinx, and a compounding to-do list. “Oh, he doesn’t know any better,”...

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