Tag: werewolf story
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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…
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But Just You Wait
The line between a diary and a blog can be a thin one. As you can tell by the time between my posts on here, I’m not very good at blogging in general yet, and while I journaled for a while as a kid, my efforts would always trail off. I’ve always been far more…
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Story Origins II, or How Grad School And Also The Entire Sociopolitical Setting Of My Life Produced Some Awesome Werewolves
LONG TIME NO SEE, BLOG. Figuring out my new job and whipping werewolf story into shape have left me with little time for literally anything else. I’m trying to nail down the whole work-life balance thing, I swear. I’m just . . . not very good at it yet. I’m assuming I’ll get it right…
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Spring contentment
So you know all of that stuff I was whining about in my last entry? Well, it’s been (temporarily) resolved! And there was much rejoicing throughout the land. By which I mean I rejoiced, and so did all the people who no longer have to listen to me having daily existential crises. I am currently…
Kathleen Kellett 