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Kaitlyn Wadsworth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

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Love is in the A.I. (r)

Submitted to Contest #332

Brenda wiped her red, swollen eyes with a tissue and stared out the window at the gathering storm clouds. It felt like a bad sign. She couldn’t tell if her heart was breaking or if she was just angry. Should she even talk to Adam about it? Since she’d called in sick, she had time to get some answers from him. Percy had brushed off her worries and lied to her. Adam had lied, too. Could AIs even lie? Who was really at fault? Could she trust either of them? And if Adam was just an AI, was all his advice—advice she’d followed in her relationship...

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Going Home

Submitted to Contest #328

The sound of a door opening made them turn. Cinders rushed in. Tears streamed from her melancholy, green eyes. Her hair looked dishevelled.‘I must go. Tamara told me they leave today. I may get there if I run. Such a rush. The boat’s only been moored a few weeks.’‘Why bother, dear. It won’t make any difference.’‘There's hope if I get there in time. I had a thought. Roland needn’t leave with Rosheen and the children. They have the other vessel to return on. He doesn’t have to sail. I’m going now.’ She dashed away.Tatenai sighed. He loved his ...

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Acting the Villain

Submitted to Contest #326

Katie's phone rang. She grabbed and swiped it. “Hi, this is Katie.” She held it up while continuing to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.“Hi Katie. I’m really worried about Edwin. He’s made some new friends. I’ve seen them. Skinheads. They must want something. Dunno what. I’ve told him they’ll get him into a lot of trouble. He left today, very anxious, but he wouldn’t talk about it.”“It’s ok, Paul. I’ve been worried too. He told me he’d met a couple of skinheads and said that people judge them because of how they look. One had smiled at...

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Portrait of a Ghost

Submitted to Contest #325

My name is Rowena. I am finally back home after my O.E. in Britain. I live at 1445 Ross Avenue, Amli Fountain Place, on the 20th floor of the residential building. Living in Dallas's Arts District is ideal for me as an artist, since there are many places where my paintings are displayed, including my own gallery. They sell at a useful rate, and I have made a comfortable living both teaching and creating art.Among my clothes and a few souvenirs, I packed a canvas. A painting of one of the places visited during my time in Britain.My chief purp...

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How not to Write a Novel

Submitted to Contest #323

Here we are in Reedsy, so why isn't this story titled, 'How to become an Author?' An author is a step up from being a writer. It means you have published something. So, if we have entered the competition to any prompt at all, approval to enter means we have been published. The definition of an author is having written a book (e.g. a novel), article, or play. Pat yourselves on the back. You are authors. Most authors don't feel such a sense of accomplishment until they have had a book or novel published, and many do publish their own. This nee...

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I am the One

Submitted to Contest #321

I am the one. Not the chosen one. Not the only one, and certainly not ‘the one’ to solve the mystery of what happened here, so long ago. But I know what took place - all the secrets and all the lies. I am Victoria, an artist and a painter, and my connection to this story runs deep.I grew up not far from here in a vast castle called Saelmere. It has become a tourist attraction for this rural area, and its little town of Beckfourth. It generates thousands of dollars annually, which bolsters the town’s economy. Earlier, the family spared no exp...

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I Don't Know Who I am. It's the Truth

Matthew became painfully aware that he lay face-first in the dirt. He felt no motion of being in a sailing vessel, which relieved him. He tried to move, but a sharp shooting pain in his right shoulder made him cringe in agony. Someone behind him grabbed firm hold of his shoulder and turned him over to face the light of day.“Ow!” He both gasped and shrieked, imagining it was either Olivia, his wife, or Penny, his sister, or maybe Uncle Albert.“Are you alright, Gaby?” was the question asked by the young woman who knelt beside him. He didn’t ga...

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Being AI or not - That is the Question.

Submitted to Contest #312

Percy took his classic, wide-brim, fur felted Panama Hat off the coat stand and popped it on his head before heading out to work. No one at work wore this type of hat, but Percy never followed popular trends. This style had suited his father, especially in winter. Percy simply wasn't a beanie type of guy. He turned to look at his novel coat stand as he closed the door behind him, a smile playing on his lips.Percy enjoyed tinkering and creating things. He had bought a genuine suit of armour and placed it inside the front door of his palatial ...

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The House of Van Severen or 'Room Service Please'

Submitted to Contest #299

The House of Van Severen or 'Room Service Please.'What is 'the house of Van Severen'? Let me explain. Decades ago, an internationally known Dutch/Belgian man named Van Severen became a famous architect and furniture designer. One of his sons, Haans, carries the legacy by designing and selling homewares throughout Europe and the United States. Now, you might be wondering why I'm talking about this. The phrase 'the house of Van Severen' has a special meaning in my family. It's not about the famous architect, but about a series of events that r...

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The Girl with a Secret

Vikky went shopping with Aunt Ruth after school on Thursday. Aunt Ruth chattered excitedly. You’d have thought young Thomas had asked her to be his girl at the school prom. This shopping trip seemed exactly like Ruth’s cup of Earl Grey. Yet, she appeared as overlooked as a solitary ham sandwich in comparison with a plate of tasty hors d’oeuvresHer niece, Vikky, stole the show. She commanded attention from the razor-sharp cut of her long black bob, her crisply pleated miniskirt and knee-high socks, to her chunky, black patent, block-heeled Ma...

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The Mystery of the Altered Artwork

Stuart Kerr entered the Dallas Museum of Art and pretended to look at the exhibits. A crime had been committed. If he could only spot some clues. Later, he intended to look at the camera footage of the display being set up. This would pinpoint if the criminal act occurred offsite or during the early stages. For now, he looked for any missed detail others overlooked as they perused the entries. So far, nothing seemed out of place.Since February 2022, the Museum’s management team has been preparing to run a competition. They chose examples of ...

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Lynley and the Moon Project

Lynley and the Moon ProjectMy name is Lynley. I am eleven and interested in all things biological and scientific.My mother calls me her difficult child. The one who quickly gets distracted or left behind, examining ants on a trail, a spider forming a web, or some other exciting phenomenon. The world around us contains an abundance of interesting plants, insects, and creatures. I like checking them out.I am sitting in a tree, watching a tiny caterpillar measure the leaf he travels over. “Inch worm, inch worm . . .” Stretching out his front le...

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Verity Bounces Back

My boyfriend of five years and I broke up. Laurence and Verity, the two-some who had stuck it out, finally split.We initially believed we were meant to be. Opposites attract, but we set ourselves up for World War 3. Laurence was my type: handsome and confident, never a hair out of place. Male perfection. But I refuse to be taken in again. The minor things drove me crazy. The way to squeeze a toothpaste tube is from the end and replace the lid. He screwed it, alright - twisted to death with the top half off and toothpaste oozing out.&nbs...

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Girl Missing

Submitted to Contest #289

After moving from the nearby city, Fleur Grantham started at Rutherford High School. When Jasmine first saw her, everyone remarked how similar they looked, albeit Fleur has dark hair and bangs while Jasmine slicks back her fair hair into a ponytail. They are both energetic and agile. Jasmine has always been a track, field, and gymnastics enthusiast - running, jumping, and doing anything athletic have been her life pursuits. Fleur has danced for years and loves cheerleading. She quickly signed up to be a cheerleader. Jasmine signed up, too. S...

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Where the Wind Blows

A warm breeze brushed over my exposed skin one balmy evening as I lay in my spa. As the air heats up due to the sun, the air and evaporated moisture rise, leaving a deficit. This needs to be filled, and colder air rushes in as wind. On this occasion, I had no complaints.I luxuriated in my spa, overlooking my beautifully landscaped back garden. My mind wandered back to when we decided to sell our house. After a couple of years of hard work and expense, we had finally refurbished it into a saleable state. My name is Katrina. We wanted to ...

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