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Kira Krieger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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The Basement

Submitted to Contest #56

Sitting on a porch swing, Steven looked at his watch. Barely past one. Only seven hours since he woke.  All alone in this big house in a new city. No one to talk to. All the boxes unpacked. Nothing to do. The minute crawled then stopped. He rocketed off the swing and down the steps. If there’s nothing to do here, he was determined in step and mind to find something. It was a chilled January day. No snow was on the ground, but the wind pierced like ice picks. His bare hands shook even in his pockets. The house and streets went by in ...

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Rerun

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” Jessica asked, rocking in a chair with a book in her hands. She sat in a bedroom. Her back was to a wall of shelves and a built-in desk. A turned-off light with a ceiling fan whirled some of the Nevadan summer heat away. The morning sun cast shadows of the semi-opened curtains on the carpet floor. “It matters,” Steven answered. He laid on the bed with his head at the foot. A book of his own was leaning against the footboard. “What kind of answer is that?” She jumped to the edge of the chair. “It means what it mea...

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Justice

Submitted to Contest #54

Twelve-year-old Steven Ross cuddled up with a pillow on the couch in his brother’s house. His sky blue pajamas conflicted with the black leather fabric as well as the darkened sky. Wiping his eyes, he yawned as he waited for his older brother to rejoin him for their movie night. Rylee was in the kitchen, heating up water for coffee and hot chocolate. A figure appeared behind him. As a shadow, they didn’t make a sound until it wanted to. “I haven’t missed much, have I?” she said, throwing off her hood. Rylee jumped around leaning against t...

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Just Got Back

Submitted to Contest #53

“Have you slept yet?” Ambrose asked quite as a mouse. Odin spun around in his chair. He slumped to one side holding the armrests, blinking at the recessed lights. Still a little stunned, he saw Ambrose standing in the middle of the shuttle's bridge.  In his two-toned PJs, Ambrose rubbed his eyes. A blanket was draped over one of his shoulders. A yawn escaped from his lips. “It hasn’t been that long since you went to bed,” he said, twisting back towards the control counsel. He tapped on a screen and gritted his teeth at what he saw.&n...

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Payment

Submitted to Contest #52

“You’re being ridiculous, Edmund!” Dixie protested, slamming the silverware into a drawer. Edmund sat across the kitchen peninsula from her. “Dixie, please, you know what happens this time a year: someone leaves their home never to be seen again. How am I supposed to react, little sister?!” Staring him in the eye, she exclaimed, “Little?! I am a grown woman if you’ve forgotten.” “Who lives under my roof.” He leaned over the counter She mimicked him. “Says the one that begged me to help him with his son! He has a doctor's appointment tomo...

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Detectives Wanted

Odin Andromeda was crouching behind a small barrier. All he could hear was the enemy's artillery pounding against his line. While he waited, he and his surroundings were coated in a continuous light layer of white. With ammo in hand, he rose over his snow barrier, throwing his snowball and duck back down immediately. He peeked over just enough to see his snowball hit the enemy leader square in the face, knocking him to the ground in a mushroom pluff. With a renewed hope, Odin’s lines fired without mercy. He prepared his last ball for victo...

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A Long Flight

Submitted to Contest #49

I rushed through the Philadelphia Airport. Only I could wake up two hours early and still be running late for my plane. No one was going fast enough. Certainly not security. Certainly not the bonehead in front of me that had to go through the metal detector so many times he was pat-down. The hands on my watch raced as I wish I could. They jerked forward past my departure time as it sat in the x-ray box. If only it could have been running fast.  People rushed around me. Left. Right. Colliding with each other. And One tripping over some...

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The Dark Knight

Submitted to Contest #48

A shadow of a figure was running in the dark. All around were tall trees, and only a small fraction of the moon’s rays got through the canopy. The ground was a black void with no difference between the dirt and the tree roots.  A pack of wolves howled in the distance. With every gust of wind, the tree branches and leaves banged and rustled like a toddler playing with pots and pans. Under all of that was a low mumble, rhythmic like a drum cadence but ghostly in origin. The figure trips. "Eli?" The scene quakes. “Eli!” The moon disappea...

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Eye of the Beholder

Submitted to Contest #47

The sun barely hung above the neighboring house. The light shafts lite the side of your face, glinting off the knife in your hand. You repeatedly slashed it clearly through the scallions. The chittering chopping was the only sound in the whole house.   A toot of a horn makes you jump, zagging your cut. Outside the window you're standing in front of, Kelly, your normal mail person, was waving from the sidewalk. Even yards away, you can see sweet potato stains on her blue uniform shorts from her newly walking 10-month-old. Between h...

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Blood and Water

Submitted to Contest #45

I walked down the market with my basket swinging back and forth as I kicked up dust. Tessa and I had divided up our supply list while the boys went off to find wood for the fire. It had been over a week since Father threw me out of the house. Since I met my new friends. The best week in a long time, hence the skip in my step. I didn't care who saw. Didn't care what they'd said. I was happy, a feeling I was estranged with but thankful to meet again. I never walked alone before, but I never felt like I belonged more. I wasn’t my father’s sh...

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Prophecy

Submitted to Contest #44

It was a time of Kings and Queens. Of full harvests and lavish parties. And, most importantly, of magic, abundantly. Or at least to my story. My mother was always proud of me, even when I broke something. My father, on the other hand, never wanted to see me doing anything other than housework with my physical two hands. Living in two different worlds was more comfortable than living my father’s standards of a daughter, at least until a sickness hit our small village.     Mother and Father came home from the market, and by...

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Turning back time

Submitted to Contest #42

The night had been very long. Ambrose and Odin spent the whole of it looking up at the stars. They made-up absurd constellations, laughing themselves to sleep on a grassy hill facing the San Francisco bay.  Odin awakened to the sun in his eyes. He glanced over to Ambrose, who was snuggled up in a ball with his bag of odds and ends. Odin swiveled his gaze out to the water. His eyes grew, and his jaw dropped. “Ambrose!” Odin stammered, pulling on the blanket under them. Ambrose clenched tighter before rolling over and squinting at Odin. B...

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For Good

Submitted to Contest #41

Ambrose sat at the kitchen island, laying his arms and head on the countertop. He watched the glowing numbers on the stove’s clock turn from one to another. One to another. One to another as he hummed to himself. Odin, Ambrose’s best friend since they met, was looking through the kitchen door but staying out sight. He twisted his wedding ring around. And around. And around as he fought with himself. “Odin, what are you doing?” Key said, boomingly through the silent house. Ambrose shot his gaze from the numbers to the empty doorway. Odin said...

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Party Crashers

Submitted to Contest #22

“Boys! Breakfast!” a young woman shouted as she wiped her hands on her waist apron. Two sets of pattering feet sounded through the quaint home. But an addition set crept up behind her without a creak from the wood flooring. The figure made its final approach. It spread its arms wide surrounding her. With a slight squeeze around her waist, he whispered into her ear. “How’s your morning, dear?” “Plato!” she laughed, “what are you doing?” “Loving you.” He kissed her on her cheek. “Plato,” she said, letting his name fade from her lips as she mov...

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Occupational Hazards

Submitted to Contest #3

Grady sat at his kitchen island in the dark of night. In the dim light of a small over head light, he gently dismantled and cleaned his Smith & Wesson. He took his time, like caring for a child.     When he was done, he laid it to rest in a box that was on the counter. With it safely place in the back of a drawer, he tiptoed down the hall towards his bedroom. Only the sound was grasshoppers playing music.      As he came near the first door in the hallway, he slowed. He drew near, expecting on...

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