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C'est La Vie

Hi Friends. I was flipping through old documents last night, silently panicking about what to put on my blog this morning when I came across this short story that I wrote in high school. It is ... very silly. But well-written silliness and I got a chuckle from re-reading it. I'm not sure about the rest of you but as this pandemic rages on and many of us are still confined to our homes (or at least to the neighborhoods immediately surrounding them) I think a dose of silliness is exactly what we need right now. If you enjoy this short story, consider buying my book (link at the top of the page)! Your support helps me continue to create more free content just like this. Can't buy the book? No problem! Subscribing by email is another good way to support this blog and it's free! Thanks for reading and I'm sending lots of love in these uncertain times. xxKathleen Wendy Waters shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair which, to her mortification, groaned in protest unde...

The Swordbearer Chapter 1 (The LOTSS Project)

Hi Friends. We've made it to the first chapter of The Swordbearer! Oof. You know when you realize you're actually about to put something out there for everyone to see? I was extremely tempted to edit heavily before posting this but that is not the point! The point of this project is to embrace and honor the cringe of our childhood selves. But to ease the vulnerability hangover, I'd love to know in the comments; what was the cringiest thing you did when you were 11? Mine was definitely thinking that 14 was an appropriate age for the heroine of an epic fantasy adventure ... Confused as Hell? Start here . --- I guess it all started when my family moved from New York to Vermont. Dad got laid off a couple months before, and the only work he could find was as a logger in Bethel, Vermont. I loved the big city, the hustle and bustle of daily life in New York. Needless to say I was a bit bitter about this whole move. Okay, “a bit” is kind of ...

cigarettes

sometimes i wish i were a smoker so i’d have something to calm the nerves or even just a light to throw shadows on my face bring the hollows into focus make a playground of my lips and eyes explore the shadowy corners where firelight hardly ever plays lay bare the haunting and the healing take a deep breath and for once be not afraid of being fire and smoke and light like a cigarette lit with shaking hands

Kathleen Newton

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