D.K. Shepard

Joined October 2022

175 stories

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Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now

Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.

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Under the Exterior
Arranged in butcher blocks of potted soil Leaves like the blades of living green gel knives Ornamented with teeth studded armor
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
Perennial
“It’s over! I’m finally free!” Ms. Connor sighed as she sank into her desk chair. This year’s class of kids had been a handful. All the disrespect, the disinterest, and the drama. Sixth grade school girls could be so mean to each other. And to adults...
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Phases
In dark winter months we longed for warm sun For the spring days of April, May, and June For just an hour of light when work was done
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
Full Circle
Breathe. Just breathe. And don’t look down. “What’s the matter, Daddy?” “Nothing, sweetie,” Chris said. He was trying not to hyperventilate as they pushed through the squeaky door of the Ferris wheel pod. He sat quickly and tightly gripped the bench.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Clown Got Your Tongue?. Top Story - June 2024.
Jenny has written about clowns again. We all try not to sigh as she tries to describe white face paint and a red nose in some new profound arrangement of words. Today they are like a porcelain urn and a roma tomato.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Sink or Swim
“Wake up, Viv!” cried Justine as she wrangled half a dozen shopping bags through the penthouse door. “I’ve got us another job!”
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
In the Balance
Though midnight is near, walk with me awhile. I will, my king, under the moon’s wide smile. And so will I, until dawn’s arrival.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
Homemaking . Top Story - June 2024.
January 8, 2024 The sign flickered, but Joel glimpsed enough to know he was at the right place: Wight’s Funeral Home. His Great-Uncle Stuart had nearly reached his ninety-eighth birthday, so Joel hadn’t exactly been shocked to receive the notice from the funeral home about the visitation. But he had no idea Great-Uncle Stuart had fallen ill or taken a bad turn.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Train . Second Place in 3:00 AM Challenge.
“Come on, Cam! Mandatory midnight training session!” Joe called. Cameron got up from the curb outside the high school and hurried over to the yellow sports car. He couldn't remember why he’d been sitting there. It was dark out. He climbed into the passenger seat. Inside it was like a minivan. His basketball teammates were seated all around wearing bright orange jerseys. There was a box of pizza being passed around and music playing, but every time Cameron tried to focus on the song it changed.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Indulgences. Top Story - June 2024.
Wump. “Ouch!” Wump. “Ah!” Wump. “Stop!” “You may stand now, Young Mister Coyle,” said Cedric, the butler, as he lowered the wooden paddle.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Reeling Wheels
Shuffling through the box – favorites in my grasp – of home made movies, labels worn away. I set the rest aside stirring up clouds
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
Moral Development
A dozen of us are gathered around, more than a few with leaden chins resting on the knobbed ridges of our closed fist mounds,
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets