Menu

More apps built by Reedsy

Assemble a team of professionals

The writing app for authors

Writing courses, events and memberships

Get your book reviewed

Weekly writing prompts and contests

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog

Kevin Lind

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2026

Stories
Comments
Library
23 Followers
38 Following

17 Stories

301 karma pts

?

Pudgy

Weekly Contest #364

It was a Tuesday when the treats went missing. I found out at ten o'clock exactly, because ten o'clock is snack time and I have never once been late for it. I was in position on the kitchen rug, sitting squarely, ears up. Deploy Maximum Cuteness! The Tall One reached into the jar and came out… with nothing.He didn't say a word about it. He never says words. He's an actions person. He has big boots, gentle hands, smells of coffee and hay. He held the jar upside down over my bowl and shook it. Nothing fell out. Then he tilted it all the way do...

1 like 0 comments 0
Read story

Taillights

Weekly Contest #363

Snow started falling around four in the morning, and by seven it was a good 14 inches deep on top of David Cornwall’s Buick. David stood at the kitchen window with his coffee and watched it come down, piling higher with each passing minute. "That's got to come off before it sets up," he said. "Sun gets at it, it turns to cement." "Just wait for the plow. He’s supposed to be by here around noon,” his wife Dorothy said. "It's in the lease, so they have to do it." "The plow." He set his cup on the sill with a scoff. "They’ll shove a berm up beh...

3 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Wonderfully Made

Weekly Contest #362

Wonderfully Made The sky over Hargrove Street was the color of a fresh bruise. Three weeks outside taught a person things, and Eli Turner had maybe twenty minutes before the darkening sky opened up on top of him. Above the rooftops, the clouds were now drawing themselves up like his father's shoulders used to before a beating… tight, swollen, and full of danger. The wind came up hard off the river and flipped the leaves silver-side-out. Eli pulled the strap on his duffel tighter and made for the only lit doorway on the block. EASTSIDE COM...

12 likes 3 comments 3
Read story

Dmitri & Elias Go To Medieval Times

Weekly Contest #362

The castle looked grand. It stood between I-90 and Roselle Road in Schaumburg, Illinois. Its turrets were the color of dull steel under a wet March sky. "You wanted this," Elias said. "I saw the billboard and thought it looked like fun." Dmitri studied the battlements with the expression of a man appraising livestock. "It said knights and feast. Since we have nowhere to be until nine tomorrow morning, I thought we should take in some American culture." It had been three months since the two men in their summer coats arrived back in a Decembe...

6 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

The Summer of '72

Weekly Contest #361

The padlock was nearly rusted shut. I worked the key back and forth a full minute letting out a series of exasperated grunts before it gave. Inside, the darkness smelled of cardboard and mustiness. I swatted around in the air at nothing before finding the pull-cord for the bulb on the fourth or fifth try. Unit 114. The number was painted on the cinderblock next to the door. Three rows of boxes against the back wall, a folded cot beside a push broom worn down to a wedge. Silas Krane lived a long life, but had packed the better part of it int...

8 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

The Fall of Elias Larson

Weekly Contest #360

The clock on the wall behind Dr. Wentworth read 3:50, and in that moment Elias Larson knew that he was not going to pass. Nothing had been said, but he read it all the same in the body language of his doctoral committee like a farmer reads the weather in the sky – a drop in air pressure rather than by anything stated. Dr. Okonkwo’s pen had stopped moving twenty minutes ago and had not moved since. Dr. Hendricks kept folding and unfolding the corner of a page as though it personally disappointed her. And Dr. Wentworth, who had guided Elias’ l...

14 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

A Yearning Rebuked

Weekly Contest #359

The dye stung where the razor had nicked the Emir, Abd al-Rahman III. He remained still in spite of it, shutting his eyes with a grimace while the servant worked the black paste through his beard. The grey vanished stroke by stroke. The red hair his mother had gifted him also diappeared. He had not let a soul in Córdoba see his natural color in twenty years. His chamberlain read to him while the servant worked. A border tax, and a marriage among the Banu Qasi. Abdul, as he was known, was to bless it. Or forbid it. Whichever suited his fancy...

9 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Treasonous Love

Weekly Contest #357

Ibrahim al-Manzur found the younger man, not much older than a boy, in his courtyard at an hour when the hammers of the smith’s forge were still working late into the night. What grew between them began over a cup of wine, and in the broken tongues of three different languages. Ibrahim, known as The Wolf was the General of the armies, Warden of the northern marches, came in from the stables and discovered a stranger in clothes no loom in al-Andalus could have woven. He spoke in a tongue that echoed strangely against the mosaic tiles. The boy...

5 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Estranged in the Interregnum

Weekly Contest #356

Strasbourg, The Feast of Saint Denis Dmitri, This goes by Conrad the wool-merchant, who is honest and cannot read. Your last letter reached me whole with the seal intact. I have read it enough times that the creases in the vellum are going soft. But I do enjoy reading your words, even though you are sparing with them even on parchment. I am glad that I taught you to read and to write there at that table where we sat together, your hand under mine. I will not now pretend I regret arming you with this skill as it has proven useful. I am stil...

13 likes 3 comments 3
Read story

The Order of Love

Weekly Contest #355

I Hear now what was given, and what was withheld, on the morning two prisoners walked up the steps of the platform below the Great Mosque of Córdoba. After nine days of detention, Lubna had begun to admire her interrogators. They had been most patient with her in a way she had not anticipated. They began the process not with a hot iron, but with a conversation. It had been long, courteous, and almost scholarly, with questions focusing on the apothecary’s garden and the cataloguing of plants and their derivatives, conducted by a man whose Ara...

12 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Promises Kept

Weekly Contest #354

It was a Tuesday evening when the wind stopped blowing. It hadn't stopped for nine straight days, scouring everything it touched with dark sand. For nine days, James had been stuffing wet rags under doors and into windowsills to keep the sand from penetrating. For nine days, his mother had been coughing in the back bedroom. Finally, all at once, the wind stopped, like a clock that had been wound down. James went out onto the porch to see what remained of his land. He had expected the air to smell of dust, but it smelled clear and clean. Gri...

8 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

An Unfamiliar Winter

Weekly Contest #352

“You need to listen.” Elias whispered against the rotting timber of the doorway. Dmitri had placed him there to escape the pressing crowds in the street and the cold of the winter wind. “Find a paper, a decree, a church bulletin… Anything with a date on it!” His breath plumed grey against the air. Dmitri nodded as his eyes scanned the street with a predator-like focus. “I see a place,” he said. “There’s ink and vellum… perhaps a scribe can be found there.” “Go,” Elias said. “I’ll wait.” “Stay back against the door, and pull your hood...

10 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

A Library After An Earthquake

Weekly Contest #351

The nurse spoke to me with kind eyes. I looked at his name tag, but I couldn't read it. It was just a jumble of symbols and colors. And that was when I understood that something had gone really bad. "Do you know where you are?" he asked. I thought about it carefully. It should have been a simple process, like solving a math problem; but this problem required knowledge I had never been given. It had never been taught to me; and I didn't know the equations for it. My gaze shifted from the nurse to the clock on the wall, to the telev...

9 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

Vino, Verdad, y Vergüenza - Wine, Truth, and Shame

Weekly Contest #350

The trouble began with the second bottle of Rioja. The four were seated at a wrought-iron table on the rooftop terrace. The air smelled of orange blossoms and jasmine. Below them, the old city of Córdoba spread out in a warm, amber sprawl, and the floodlit walls of the Mezquita rose above the rooflines like a lantern someone had left burning for a thousand years. Dr. Elias Larson was forty-one, a tenured professor at Sofia University where he taught Medieval Islamic History. He was the only man at the table, the only American, the only one ...

10 likes 7 comments 7
Read story

Promises of Dust and Ruin

Weekly Contest #349

Dodge City, Kansas – Autumn 1934 “How bad is it?” James Whitmore asked, though he already knew. “Three thousand, two hundred dollars,” Thomas Brennan said with a steady voice. He’d practiced it. “Plus the accrued interest. We received your last payment over a year ago.” James was a big man, the kind built for work, his strong forearms darkened by the sun. He wore his best shirt. The blue one. The one he always wore to church. Three years ago, on a Sunday, Thomas had unbuttoned it in the dark of the storage shed behind the church, knowing...

18 likes 2 comments 2
Read story