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Kate Enoch

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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Gaspard's Revenge

Weekly Contest #98

This story is my version of the murder of the Marquis, from the novel, A Tale of Two Cities. The rattle of the carriage in deafening. My arms burn, but the pain is the farthest thing from my mind. Well, my pain is the farthest from my mind. My hands are slick from oil that drips off the axels in rhythmic plip plip plips, and a bump is starting to form on the back of my head from the countless times it’s connected with the underside of the carriage I’m clinging to.            The Marqu...

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Aegeus, Bion, and the Sacred Flower PART 3

If Aegeus had thought Thanatos’ castle was terrifying, then Hades’ was way worse. His stylistic choice was more devilishly magnificent. Black, brown, and red streaked bejeweled walls. Statues, not skeletons, adorned the hallways. Even the windows were menacing, with stain glass ranging from blood red to sickly yellow to murky blue. Eventually, the Furies deposited Aegeus in the center of a great throne room, were two thrones sat proudly. One was giant, black as the heart of the devil, and seemed to be made of souls. Moaning faces faded in an...

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Aegeus, Bion, and the Sacred Flower PART 2

“What’s your name, boy?” “Bion, sir.” “Well, Bion, I cannot allow you on this journey with me. You are far too young and this expedition is far too dangerous.” “But sir,” Bion protested. “It is our custom, do not force me to break tradition. There are consequences for such actions.” Aegeus thought about this. The boy was no older than 12, and his task was not at all child friendly. “Take hm with you.” Aegeus jumped. Apollo, in all his splendor, had just appeared behind Bion. “No, they can’t see me, and no, you should not try to talk to me. T...

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Aegeus, Bion, and the Sacred Flower PART 1

STAGE ONE When the gods of ancient Greece ruled the sky, earth, and waters of this world, there was a man who governed a small village. Now, some towns, like the cities bordering Mt. Olympus, flourished with the favor of the gods. Their trade thrived, food was rich, and the people happy. But this humble village was about as far from the mountain as they could get, and their lack of wealth stated as much. But good hearts still resided there, and one such soul was a man named Aegeus. Aegeus, meaning protector, was the village leader, and was a...

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Scarlet Tears

Once upon a time, before airplanes and automobiles, before boats and trains, the earth was ruled not by men, but the people of the elements. Mermaids in the sea, with voices of silk and scales decorated with rainbows themselves. Bearded Dwarves in their kingdoms of stone, studded with raw jewels of ruby, diamond, and sapphire. The Shepherds, who lived among the earth’s animals, and could hide in plain sight. All the mythical folk that make up human fairytales today were the keepers of this world, and they lived in harmony, except for two.The...

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A Room Full of Secrets

Weekly Contest #55

The soft, pink comforter in Lilly’s room is warm and a nice contrast form the shelves in Harvard’s Toy Shop. This is my first night out of the store and I’m excited for the change of scenery.The day had started like all the other’s in Harvard’s. At about 6:30 the sun’s early rays would stretch through the windows and linger on my shelf. The other stuffed animals and I would fluff our tails and straighten our ears in preparation for the day, each one of us praying that a kid would skip though and pick us off the shelf.I had been sitting there...

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Bait and Switch

Weekly Contest #52

“Wake up, Aniya.” My eyelids flutter open to see my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, gently shaking me awake.                “What time is it?” I say groggily.                “You have two hours until the ceremony.”                “Thanks, Mom.” Her eyes are puffy and red, like she’d been crying before she came t...

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The Last Ticket

Weekly Contest #49

        Dark. Cold. Emptiness. That’s all I felt as the life flowed from my submerged body and mingled with the frosty water that surrounded me. Those last moments of life were sharp and vivid in my mind. The cracking of ice, falling, thrashing, screaming. How the frozen water seemed to claw at my clothes and hair, drawing me further and further into its cold embrace. It was only a matter of time until my life gave out, like a fragile chair supporting too much weight.      &nbs...

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The Box

Weekly Contest #48

               There isn’t a single writing utensil in my entire house. I’m serious, no pens, pencils, not even a little crayon stub. My parents bought me my own computer when I was only three years old, and instead of learning to write, I was taught to type. When it came time to begin schooling, I was enrolled in an online program that could be accomplished right from our kitchen table. And as the time where I would begin education approached, I dreamed of what adven...

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You Lose

Weekly Contest #47

The sky is dark and angry, rain dumping from the dark clouds. You lay on your back in your bead, staring blankly at the ceiling. There is so much on your mind, all the things you escaped to be here, all the people you ran away from. And, on top of all that, you’ve got your first day of this new job. Nothing is going the way you’ve planned and there’s nothing more you want to do than roll over and cover your head with your blanket, blocking out the world pressing in on you. But you can’t. Instead, you throw off the covers and pull your legs o...

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Who is Worthy?

Weekly Contest #44

            I never thought that it would come to this. I guess a part of me always knew it would, but still, seventeen years is not a long time to live. This is my third month in the hospital, seventy-two days of chemo and confinement to these halls that reek of antiseptic and bad hospital food. I don’t blame the doctors, they did the best they could. When they discovered the strange growth in my chest was cancerous, they gave me two weeks to live. At least I can die knowing it was...

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A Change For the Better

Weekly Contest #43

You’ve all heard the story of St. Nicolas, the jolly old elf who, every Christmas Eve, travels around the globe bring joy to all the good children. But how did Santa Claus really begin?               The story goes way back, but I fear that if I were to start at the beginning it would take too long. Let me set the stage: it was not too long ago, a century, maybe, when Christmas wasn’t as loved a holiday as it is today. Children went to bed, not giddy with anticipation...

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Still Waiting

Weekly Contest #42

        Today is a miserable December afternoon, like it is pretty much every year on my birthday. The air is chilly enough to make your hands numb, but not quite so cold that the rain pelting the porch roof can turn to snow. I’ve been sitting on these wooden stairs since the sun came up this morning, and I haven’t moved since. You might be wondering why I’m wasting my special day sitting on a porch and freezing my face off instead of eating cake and opening presents. Well, it’s kind of a long, story, ...

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Those Who Found Each Other

Weekly Contest #39

               I’ve been alone for the past four days. All of my fellow astronauts have made the journey home already, leaving me, their youngest astronaut, with orders to stay and man the ISS. My best friend and mentor, Spencer, begged me to go and he stay.               “I can’t ask you to do this, Zack.” He pled, his eyes filling with tears. “They say that this space virus thing will self-de...

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