Krystle Lynn Rederer
Bio
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 (14/0)
The Girl: Unabridged Part 3 of 3
9 | After Margo got the girls home and Janet arrived, she headed back out in her car. While she’d been waiting earlier, she’d called Justine and got the information about Maddy. Justine thought it would be good for the girl to have a visit from a family member, even if they’d never met. Margo looked enough like Maddy’s mother, seeing someone with a family resemblance may bring her comfort. And Janet had given Margo the name and address of the accountant assigned for their money management, who’d also been Stella and Adam’s as well as Adam’s family’s financial advisor.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl: Unabridged Part 2 of 3
4 | The next few weeks were uneventful for Margo and the girls. She spent time getting to know them and telling them all about herself and her family that had passed away long before the girls were born. When the girls weren’t in counseling sessions or school, she tried to get them out of the house as much as possible, even if it was just to have picnics near the house in the field, or hiking through the expansive forest that surrounded the grounds. She showed them how to identify edible berries and what poison oak looked like to avoid it. She tried to give the girls normal experiences that any other young girls their age would be having. After all the darkness they’d endured with their parents’ deaths, they more than earned it. And after being so sheltered from their mother’s worry over the past tragedy of their sisters they’d never meet, the girls were beyond happy to go exploring outside or take a car ride to the city and go sightseeing.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer2 years ago in Fiction
The Brownie's Intervention
1 | If there was anything happening in Pear Tree Village, Fiona the Brownie knew about it. She didn't consider herself a gossip, though she'd heard others whispering about it while she was sweeping outside Pear Tree Tavern. She may, on occasion, hear some things that she then shares with others. She thought information sharing was very important for a small village. After all, if it weren't for her, how would anyfae know anything?
By Krystle Lynn Rederer3 years ago in Fiction
Estranged
Avalyn ran until her thighs began to burn. She was able to keep it up for just over an hour fueled by pure adrenaline. She felt like she had run faster than she'd ever run before. The city blurred by in her peripherals while she was hyper-focused on what lay ahead of her. At this hour of night there were few people out, but of those who were, none appeared to notice her running past in distress. When her legs felt like they would give out, she slowed to a trot to get her bearings. She had one of those moments where she looked around and realized she couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten there. Her memory was a blur. What she could remember felt like everyone she passed had been frozen in time. She looked left and right to figure out where she was. It appeared she had ended up at the east edge of the city.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer3 years ago in Fiction
Estranged
In the days leading up to her capture, Avalyn took a look around the place she had called home the most recently. It was a far cry from her childhood home where she grew up with two loving parents and Judd, their golden retriever. She tried to remember where things had gone so very wrong.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch’s Conundrum
1 | Gretchen had a problem. A big problem. She killed Gruber -- NOT on purpose mind you, but not exactly on accident. This was all his fault really. If he hadn’t told her (challenged her more like it) that she wasn’t skilled enough to make a potion that makes an old hag look young, then she would never have blasted him to pieces with her failed 53rd attempt. Let’s not discuss the fact that he was right and that it did not work; that’s beside the point.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer3 years ago in Fiction
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 Rederer3 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 Rederer3 years ago in Fiction
