Krystle Lynn Rederer
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Unapologetic hot mess introvert with ADHD, so I don't always stick to one genre (yet). I have a husband, three children, and a full time job, so I squeeze in stories when and where I can.
Stories (16)
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With Joy in Your Heart
1 | It was spring thaw in Chicago, which meant one thing - Violet would be using the heat in her car on the way to work, and the air conditioning on the way back. She was freezing, stubbornly trying to refrain from using the heat out of a dumb, self-imposed rule of trying to avoid using heat and air in the same day. She running late, stuck in traffic that was heavier than usual for the morning commute on 290. When she finally saw a break in traffic ahead, she could see it was due to a car accident. Violet's stomach sank as she passed the crash where a car had been overturned and crushed from the back like an accordion laying perpendicular to the flow of traffic, and a red pickup truck with this front end smashed in. The driver of the pickup truck looked worried as he was talking to the policeman while paramedics were trying to get to the people in the overturned car. Please, Violet thought, let them be safe. She prayed there hadn't been anyone in the backseat of the car.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer5 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Tradition
It was a cold winter morning in Plainville. It was also Remy's 21st birthday. She awoke in her family's old run-down barn and looked down at the chain and cuff locked around her ankle keeping her from reaching the walls of the barn. "Happy birthday to me," she thought without feeling. Her heart felt as cold as the barn. At least she had wool blankets to keep her warm and the barn provided some shelter from the numbing cold outside. It was just enough to survive, but not enough to be comfortable.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer5 years ago in Fiction
What A Mother Does
Erica always felt inadequate, but never more so than when she became a mother. Her mother, Eleanor (Nora to her friends), had always been the definition of perfection, and by that scale, she never knew how she would measure up. From her mother's perfect hair, makeup and flawless style, to her compassion and patience, there wasn't anything you could count against her. And she didn't have it easy by any means.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer5 years ago in Fiction
