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Kevin Keegan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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Under Surveillance

Weekly Contest #338

Mark Hall was an inconspicuous man in his early forties. He had what could best be described as a forgettable face and an unimposing physique. This ordinary man just blended into which ever background presented itself before weighing up the odds, assessing the situation, then retreating to plot his next move. He lacked beef but more than made up for this lack with one of the most brilliant and intuitive minds found anywhere on this planet. His past was a mystery to everyone and he kept a tight lid on his previous life being ex MI6, a foolhar...

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Frank

Frank Grove's name suited him well. Frank by name, Frank by nature. A physically imposing man, Frank often dwarfed those other men around him. Frank was a very handsome man and held the interest of many ladies who observed him. Frank, however, was not up to date on the social heirs and graces in existence presently, the unwritten rules of social decorum that keep a sense of order and perhaps knowing one's place in society or at least in the society of which one happens to move in and habitually exist.Frank was mid ranking in most people's v...

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Megan

In the village of Cainly nestled between the mountains and the forest, there lived a reclusive artist named Megan. Her small cottage stood at the edge of the village, hidden beneath the wild growth of ivy and vines, its walls adorned with canvases and frames, each more mesmerizing than the last. The villagers whispered about her, calling her the 'Painter of Dreams.' Few had ever seen her, but those who had were often left speechless, struck by the impossible beauty and strange power that radiated from her work.It was said that Megan’s creati...

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Jack Green

Weekly Contest #291

'I don't know how I got here.' A dazed and obviously confused Colin Burns weakly admitted as he gasped for breath. He surveyed the room desperately trying to piece together the tangled spider's web of his thoughts without having much luck. The tall man in the black suit wasn't convinced. Colin Burns, real name Jack Green, had pulled off the biggest diamonds heist in history and he knew exactly where he had hidden the loot and who he had double cross in the process. 'Now now Mr Burns. Your deflection won't cut it today.' The tall man shouted ...

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May

Dan let himself in through the front door of number twenty Glendale drive, she wouldn't hear him ring the bell anyway, her ears had long since given up the ghost. He went into the kitchen and listened for a short moment but heard nothing. The kitchen had seen better days, paint had peeled away from the cupboards and some cupboard doors seemed to be hanging on by God's glue, having workmen in to do some repairs wouldn't have been a runner given her state of mind. He heard some rapid footsteps approaching the door to the living room that ...

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Payback

Weekly Contest #275

The rain tapped relentlessly against the funeral parlour's street facing frontage. Inside, in a tastefully decorated side room, with her favourite daffodils, looking out on the streetscape, lay Joan Kelly's mortal remains. To the unskilled casual observer Joan looked pretty much dead but the truth was that she was fully alive just not in the conventional sense of the word. Her family and friends visited the funeral parlour's warmly decorated side room. They came very sad that Joan had passed but happy that she had a long life and this though...

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What's unspoken is the real story

The big day had finally arrived. Thirty four and a bit years, gone in a finger click. Of course there had been good times amongst the drudgery and the pressure, good laughs, great conversations, great friends made, a handful of rather nefarious relations, heated arguments, heated clinches leading to awkward moments later but it all passed by in a finger click, all consigned to history and fading memory. James Walsh sat at the desk he'd occupied for a couple of decades and sighed to himself. The desk had changed in that time along with the ch...

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Samantha's freedom

Weekly Contest #234

In the bustling city of Cork, lived a young woman named Samantha. Samantha was a dedicated marketing executive, always on the go, juggling tight deadlines and attending back-to-back meetings. Her life was a whirlwind of emails, conference calls, and endless to-do lists. Personally her boss hated her but professionally he couldn't exist without her, she was just that good. Every workflow flowed through Samantha and without her things just didn't happen. Her home life though was empty apart from her cat Mildred, she adored Mildred. Samantha wa...

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The Haunting

I have forgotten all about the protocols and customs around introducing myself: the salutations are not coming to me so I guess I have to apologise for my inability to adhere to the expectations of your present day. My 'DAY' has long since passed and I have no recollection of what my life was like back then, was I good or was I bad? I simply can't answer those questions. I do exist although not in the physical state, having no physical body, maybe exist could be open to argument but I leave that for you to decide. I'm guessing but I'd say th...

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Bite the hand

Weekly Contest #208

Comer Investigations was a highly successful private eye operation run by Steve Comer and Abbie Brady. Though successful Steve and Abbie decided to stick to their backstreet location so as to keep their operations low key. Their HQ was located roughly half a mile away from the sixth business district. When the cops frequently ran out of ideas they turned to Steve and Abbie to solve the unsolvable cases for them and, in turn, Comer Investigations were paid handsomely. Steve Comer had a well lived in face, a bit like Tommy Lee Jones or that to...

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The Conduit - Part 2

'Good idea, I'm off to get some kip.' Ben said tiredly. 'I think it's the same for me. What are you going do Dan?' Jim asked. 'I've got some reading to do. I've a feeling we'll need plenty of advice for this one. Goodnight lads.' Dan said to them as they went their separate ways. It would all go down tomorrow and Dan had to come up with a plan and quickly.                        Dan read every text he had accumulated over the ...

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The Conduit - Part 1

She was different. She lived in number forty just a few houses away. There was something about that girl, something.....something, just something about that girl in number forty. 'I was reading an ancient book about the occult. Anyway this book goes on about something called The Conduit. It says that these Conduits are everywhere. They don't even have to hide. They are not scared of anything or anyone, they're all powerful, they provide a portal for lost souls to unleash their evil on the rest of us and take over. This is what the Occult clu...

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The Taker

I like to hide in plain sight. I am Mr Average, neat short black hair framing a non-threatening almost forgettable face. I am slim, reasonably athletic and stand at around 5 foot 11 inches, again decidedly average. My name is Jimmy 'The Window' Kelly. I like ease in gaining entry to your house, collecting your valuables and exiting in under 10 minutes, that way no one, least of all me, gets hurt. You will be fully insured, if you're not that's your own tough luck, and will make your claim and be reimbursed promptly for probably 80 per cent o...

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The Storyteller

Piles of potatoes, mashed, perilously close to the precipice, that edge of no return, that edge of the plates which, to overshoot, meant certain doom. Carrots forming their own porous barrier between the white soft forked mounds of mash and the ever encroaching river of gravy, hot, steaming, intent on reaching the safety of their promised land, to infiltrate and turn white to brown, turn substance to mush, victory from defeat. Piles of vegetables surround the slabs of beef leaving it no option but to immerse itself in the all conquering grav...

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Away

Weekly Contest #205

Ann Greene approached number forty-seven Plunkett street with her usual sense of excitement and anticipation which happened every July third, that she can remember, that date was always about celebrating her brother's birthday with a party. Attired in a bright blue full length party dress complete with a faux diamond encrusted necklace and matching ear-rings and sparkly blue shoes, she looked ready for a big day. She loved the occasion, the marking of this special event in her otherwise mundane existence. Today was no different: her bro...

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