Tag: werewolf story
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH: Chapters 16-17
Chapter 16 I followed Gret to the park in silence. She did a quick sweep, and when she didn’t see Sandra, Rosie, or that rich man she was avoiding, she threw herself down onto the dry ground beneath a supplicant tree and thrust the glass of water up at me. “Will you just drink it?”…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 14-15
Chapter 14 I swore to myself I wouldn’t use the mud again, but the next morning, it hardly mattered. My burns had completed more than a week’s worth of healing overnight. I felt dirtier after my shower than I did before, even as my skin delighted in the water’s soothing touch instead of flinching away.…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 11-13
Chapter 11 Ten minutes later, Gret, my shopping bags, and I were sitting on a bench in the park across the street from the grocery store. The park was a small, square plot of land dotted with supplicant trees. Ever since arriving in Supplicants Grove, I had wondered what it would be like to spend…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 8-10
Part II: Momentum Chapter 8 When I was small, I once heard a lab assistant rapturously proclaim that human anatomy was a symphony. He was wrong. Anatomy, when working correctly, was silence. The lucky ones never heard it at all. My throat spasmed, but the only sound I could make was a squeaky rasp. My…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 6-7
Chapter 6 The girl stood there, watching my reaction from beneath her oversized glasses, waiting for my response as coolly as if she’d just asked about the weather. When I had mastered my disgust enough to speak, I said, “You tell Gret —” “Nope,” the girl said. “Not a messenger. I get that I botched…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 4-5
Chapter 4 I watched the desert as the car sped away from the compound. Without the transformation looming over me, I could once again appreciate its beauty. It wasn’t really just dirt and sky. Tough, spiky wildflowers grew out of the cracks in the earth, and cacti, lizards, and tarantulas dotted the ground. Halfway back…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 1-3
Part I: Stasis Chapter 1 By the third time my fingers slipped out of rhythm against my frame drum, I knew it was time to stop. This close to 6:00, even music could not distract me. I set the drum down on my closed laptop and leaned my chin in my hands and my elbows…
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Multitasking
Happy almost 2019! This was a year of many changes in my life, as you may gather from the embarrassing dearth of actual posts on this blog. Didn’t exactly nail that particular 2018 New Year’s resolution. But 2018 was nothing if not a learning experience for me, and I will be taking what I learned…
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Life in Marble
Well, the New Year’s resolution to blog more clearly hasn’t been working out so well. In my defense, life has been hectic and odd since my last post. Yeah, I know, what else is new? I’m sure everyone’s heard the oft-told historical tidbit that Michelangelo could envision his entire sculpture when he looked upon an…
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Transitional New Year
Once I went on a tour of a butterfly sanctuary. Jewel-bright insects of all shapes and sizes meandered through the air beneath the glass ceiling of the habitat as the tour guide explained the facts of the butterflies’ brief lives. He pointed out a chrysalis. “Everyone knows that caterpillar makes a cocoon, and after a…
Kathleen Kellett 