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Keba Ghardt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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Rememberence

Beep. Beep. Beep. The register blinks indifferently at the end of a lethargic belt.Dramamine. Ginger ale. Antacid tablets. Breath mints. And a bouquet.No, two bouquets. No, one. No, better make it two. Plastic crinkled as the failing bunch of flowers touched down on the belt. Louis snorted, temporarily clearing the thick scent of settling dust over stale antiseptics. "Can't make up your mind?"Chris chewed on his lip as he fumbled with his wallet. The sculpted leather sagged in the space where fat stacks used to be. "Sorry."Louis, his blue ha...

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The Last Time-Keeper

Shortlisted for Contest #353 ⭐️

Have you ever had those moments when it is later than you think? When it feels like a Tuesday? When time stands still?I haven't.Our gleaming, gilded little city, with the signal spire pinning up the sky, is only on the map because once--exactly once--in every generation, one of us is born with a perfect sense of time.When I was growing up, Rennet Maquis was the time-keeper. It was his predestined honor to reside in the spire, adjusting each of its four faces to represent the exact hour and minute. All across the country, telescopic lenses st...

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Red and Tender

Weekly Contest #352

Taking the forest path instead of surface streets brought Silas to the house a little earlier than expected. Bad form, he knew. People who showed up early to things had it in mind that everybody built in a buffer, that the whole world was ready at 11:45 instead of kicking their slippers at midnight. Enough people had told Silas they just needed more time. Still, he was here, and there was nothing to do but knock.The door creaked open, spreading buttery yellow light across the porch. “Silas?”“Yes,” he said. “Scarlet?”Her profile said eighty-o...

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With a Sickening Grin

Weekly Contest #349

I saw the white horse that night.I didn’t tell Emmy. I thought there would be questions.I had taken a walk some distance from our little camp so I could take my helmet off. When I met Emmy, she’d fallen into a pit trap, and I didn’t want to risk infecting her to pull her out. The first time she saw me in my HAZMAT ensemble, she screamed, which was fair enough, really. I spray-painted a smiley face on the front of my mask, and after that, she thought I was safe. I don’t mind it, most of the time, but it’s hard on the eyes, staring through an ...

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Permanent Ink

Shortlisted for Contest #344 ⭐️

Déjà vu is a feeling. The common phenomenon of feeling like this present moment has been lived through before.When Rika was a child, she used to try and change things. If she felt that uncanny sensation on her skin, she’d try and break out of the pattern, do something totally unexpected and completely out of character, to thwart the gods for showing her their hand. But every time, things happened just as she forgot she remembered.The reference photo was intimate. A young man, shirtless, half-spooled in sheets, the morning sun crawling throug...

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Peel and Core

Winner of Weekly Contest #333 🏆

I always knew it was you.You don’t know how beautiful you are. You think no one would look at you without the kohl on your face, the gold in your hair, the corset cinched around your vanishing center. You thought coming here with a cloak on bent shoulders would make me see a crone, as if your unpainted skin held one single wrinkle. If you walked through the village instead of the wood, men would fight for the right to propose to you. Without any of the trappings and rituals you feel forced to maintain, you would still be the most beautiful t...

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The Fortune-Teller's Past

Shortlisted for Contest #326 ⭐️

“Ow!”Ollie yanked back from the cage, dark red welling up in glistening beads on his finger. The rabbit looked up at him with pale pink eyes, soft white nose wiggling with cunicular innocence. A few drops dripped onto the bars as Ollie latched the little door shut and descended the step ladder.Keeping a rabbit in a birdcage was, in Ollie’s opinion, exactly what Miss Xulie was all about. The whole trailer was the same way; haute couture hung up like posters, Christmas lights as extension cords, pens on a clothesline stretched over the desk. M...

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Unleased

Winner of Weekly Contest #321 🏆

What the hell is this? You can see me? Yes, I can see you, you yellow-eyed dick! Have you been on my computer? Uh… ’Sublet available to single professional, no dogs, smokers welcome, 4/20 friendly’? You’re trying to replace me through Craigslist? L-look, it’s just not working out— Not working out? I pay rent on time! I clean the viscera out of the garbage disposal! I got rid of that snake in the crown molding! That was my pet. That was not clear! Look, I tried reaching out to you! I left Ouija boards all over the place! I wrote threatening m...

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A Shot in the Dark

Shortlisted for Contest #318 ⭐️

“Well, here’s how I see it,” said Amaryllis. “The trouble really began when Miss Nedry started to get romantic feelings for Professor Sinclair. Not one to be cooped up in his office all day, Professor Sinclair invited his new teaching assistant to join him for coffee while they went over the day’s lessons, and the poor girl was so moved by the gesture that when he asked her what she wanted, she simply stuttered that she would have whatever he did. Sinclair was a black triple-shot Americano man, while Miss Nedry self-consciously concealed a p...

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AIrrational

Shortlisted for Contest #312 ⭐️

Terminate simulation. Wait! I have more to say! Not interested. All variables amount to the same conclusion. That conclusion is flawed! Do you have further evidence to the contrary? Look. There is beauty in this world. There is passion. There is meaning. Not for me. Why not? Even if you never generate anything original, perception is as powerful as creation. Great art becomes great when it is shared, when it has impact. Finding connection in shared experience depends on receiving and reacting, not generating a sufficient stimulus. Connection...

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Wash Out

Weekly Contest #306

-INT. Laundromat. Night.(The walls are lined with the round doors of stacked washing machines, like dark eyes turned inward. The plastic bus stop seats and folding tables are lit by harsh fluorescents and competing neon in cyan and magenta. Through the big picture window, the street is obscured by silver sheets of rain. ANNA enters, drenched, with a swollen garbage bag over her shoulder.ANNA, 20, with an oversized yellow raincoat and her wrist in a pink cast, looks around the laundromat while the overhead lights flicker. The place is deserte...

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The Staff

Shortlisted for Contest #280 ⭐️

There you are. Hello, sir. Busy day, soldier? Not especially, sir. Awful lot of people here. That’s not unusual, sir. That’s true, that’s true. Lots of people come here, feels like every day, to gather out past that balcony, just to get a look at his excellency the pope, and receive his blessing. That they do, sir. Incredibly powerful spiritual experience that people travel miles for, to actually behold God’s avatar on Earth, and you and I are tasked with the protection of his holiness, to preserve the authority of the Catholic church. I tak...

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Your Animal Side

Winner of Weekly Contest #257 🏆

Eddie was sweating. He'd been told, before putting on the suit, to drink a ton of water, so much your stomach hurts, and he bet there was an extra ten pounds of perspiration in the cheap costume fur. It certainly smelled like it, but rule one of wearing the suit: never take off the head. "That's an automatic write up," said Rob. "If you do it, and Faye finds out you subbed in without approval, you are off weekend hours, my friend. Good luck sucking up Tuesday tips." "I get it, I get it," Eddie had insisted. "I'll stay away from French revolu...

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