K. J. Neithercutt
Bio
Hello there! I'm Kat, short for Katherine, and I have a passion for writing. I find joy in crafting compelling poetry and captivating short stories, with a keen focus on fiction, science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal.
Stories (25/0)
The Killer Kind
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the screams of the people killed by the Kind, could be heard light years away. Echoing in the depths of the darkness, in between the stars. Floating for future generations to find.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Horror
The Endangered Dragon Rehabilitation Center
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Legend says that long before Elgarest was a kingdom, the Gods walked the barren lands and saw how many people populated their world. They saw how good humans could be, and decided to gift them with dragons to befriend. To ride. But, centuries later, legend tells another story. How an evil man angered the gods. How he caused the disease. It began in the high snowy mountains, infecting snow dragons, and then spread to other species as the snow dragons traveled to other lands to get away, hoping to avoid getting sick. It began to wipe them out at a rapid pace. Thousands turned to hundreds. Hundreds turned to dozens. The people of Elgarest were horrified, watching helplessly as the most sacred animal of their culture began to die off. That is, until my mother invented the cure. And founded the Endangered Dragon Rehabilitation Center. People claimed the gods gifted her with the ability to heal the great animals. I believe otherwise, that she simply defied the gods. Bypassed their anger.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Fiction
Sentients
Thick grey clouds covered the sun, making it seem gloomy in downtown. People walking around, coming out of their houses and apartments in warm clothes and sweatshirts. A mother with her three daughters ventured down the street from their car to a pastry shop, on her way to pick up a cake for the Christmas season.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Fiction
The Owl on the Gravestone
I stand in front of the gravestone in my black funeral gown. Tights and black heels. Hair tied back. I had worn it so many times before throughout my life it was like second nature to me. Dressing for a funeral. Respecting the dead. Honoring their life with the blackness of my clothing.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Fiction
Sacred Sleep
Breathe in. Breathe out. Ah. Relaxation. It's so difficult to achieve with the world being as chaotic and messy as it has been in the past year. It's no wonder thousands of people in 2021 want to seek out articles that help them figure out how to fall asleep faster, relax easier, and find their center to be present. In 2022, I know there will be thousands more seeking articles that will help them prioritize their rest as their News Years Resolution.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Longevity
Wolf Spirit
I think there is a thing to be said about how little we humans know about animals. For one, their mysteriousness has lead us to believe all sorts of assumptions about them that really don't make sense. For example, the assumption that because animals do not speak the same languages or use their mouths a certain way, then they must not be smart enough to understand us in turn. In reality, what we need to realize is that animals are probably smarter than us in a lot of ways. I've tried numerous times to communicate this throughout my life.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Petlife
Jack, the Hero Dog
I was seven years old the day it happened. We lived in a house in a rich neighborhood. Marble floors. Quality carpet. A swimming pool. It was my favorite childhood home because it was the closest place to where all my friends lived, where they could ride their bikes a few feet and be where I was.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Petlife
I Am a Cat
I am a cat. That was made clear to me the moment a human picked me up at cooed at me: “kitty!” they said. I don’t like humans picking me up most of the time. They seem to melt or lose their minds whenever they see me. I get it. I’m cute! And humans are so easy. I suppose when humans call me their “handsome little man” or their “baby boy” it isn’t so bad. As long as they feed me that is. I don’t swish this tail and roll over on my back for shits and giggles. It’s how I survive.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Petlife
The Glen
In the glen I sat and sketched a picture of a bird in a tree. I traced it’s wings, head, feet, and tail feathers before it flew away. I looked at the picture that I drew and started to add details to it, adding the colors and the details of the birds face. But after a while I felt that my memory was starting to fade, and I stood up and started to walk around the glen, looking for the bird. I walked toward a beautiful stream, rushing water gliding down moss covered rocks into a pool teeming with life. I looked down into the water and saw something glimmering white at the bottom. A beautiful koi fish drifted by the object, and glanced at it for a moment before continuing to swim across the pool of paradise.
By K. J. Neithercutt2 years ago in Fiction