Tag: writing
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 35-36
Chapter 35 We ran through the graves of the trees. The full moon spilled its light over the opalescent monuments, illuminating the eons of change. Though the trees were not what they had been born to be, they had not lost their beauty. I saw and understood it all. When Gret howled, I answered. Our…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH: Chapters 33-34
Part IV: Anastasis Chapter 33 Many people believe that instinct gives us only two choices: fight or flight. They are wrong. There is a third option, a useless impulse, but no less powerful. It was this instinct I obeyed as I stared at the hand on the gun. Freeze. Dr. Topher took a step towards…
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OUR SHARP FORSAKEN TEETH, Chapters 28-29
Chapter 28 I tore through the streets of Supplicants Grove, dodging people left and right. Standards stood on every corner, innocent, oblivious. Mr. Bicks wasn’t coming to take me away from them this time. They had no idea what was in their midst … “Millie!” I stumbled to a stop, clutching my side. Gret sprinted…
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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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The Monster & The Child; or, Aieeee Starting New Ventures Is Scary
I’ve learned many things in the last few years. Chief among them: an eighty-mile commute is way too long. I stuck it out for two years, though, because a full-time lectureship straight out of grad school — especially one in which I got to teach essentially whatever I wanted for half of the year —…
Kathleen Kellett 