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Krystal Renee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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Too Tired to Shine

Weekly Contest #305

At some point, the mask always slips and the disguise comes off. The one she’s carefully crafted over decades. Flawless on the surface, tailored to every social cue, and cracks just enough to let the truth bleed through. She has been performing for so long, she could hardly notice the effort anymore. She knows when to smile, when to frown, and when to stay silent while the room erupts around her. She has worn the mask so well that she forgets it’s there. But today is different. Today, she’s slipping. Today, she wanted to quit, just for toda...

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What the Night Knows

Weekly Contest #304

Daylight in childhood is like air, unquestioned, constant. The sun rises faithfully, drawing patterns across the day that teach us rhythm, trust, and time. In sunlight, the world is awake, alive, functioning. Daylight means movement and possibility; it brings hope as it casts out the darkness of the moon. Summer memories blur, not from lack of meaning, but from the sheer speed of joy: chlorinated air, aloe-slicked skin, the sting of ice cream on young teeth. Daylight pulses like a second heartbeat, each moment moving fast and bright, burning...

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Held Together by Wire

Weekly Contest #302

Held Together by Wire Krystal Renee My eyes clenched shut in fear of the artificial suns above me as I continued to scream, “You have to help me,” over and over. “Please help me.” The room was filled with sterile, composed, but bustling people, like a busy sidewalk. Each person had a job, a role, and a responsibility. None of them looked directly at me. I kept screaming, “Please help me,” as if I were begging along that very sidewalk. I was there for them, after all. Finally, as I began to tire, a man in a white coat appeared above me. He w...

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The Breaking of Resilience

Weekly Contest #301

The Breaking of Resilience Krystal Renee Resiliency is a worn, tattered jacket I keep tucked away in the depths of a closet. I did not need the jacket until catastrophe struck. Though frayed, old, and out of style, it’s comfortable—my go-to when nothing else works. The jacket collects dust most days, but it’s still my favorite tool. I store it in the darkest corner of the closet in hopes it will bring me peace. Resiliency is for life. Even on days when I’m flying through the water in the pool or walking through the gardening store to buy pl...

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