Karalynn Rowley
Bio
Lifelong writer, animal lover, just married forever in love. Someday we'll all be plastic star cornflakes.
Stories (23/0)
I don't think this is going to work out
So I've been here a couple of months, and when I joined I was honestly led to believe that Vocal had a strong reader base. So when I got few if any readers I just figured it was the same problem I'd had throughout my entire writing career: no matter how professional or how much I hyped it up, I could not pay strangers, family, or friends to read what I wrote. Eventually even my trusty editors became too busy. It wasn't Vocal, it was my continued curse of being the writer who was never read.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Confessions
My Heart, My Prince, My Boy
My story of cats begins with a dog. Specifically an American Eskimo named Frosty (not my choice) who'd had a hard life. She'd been adopted by my aunt originally, but due to allergies she'd ended up with my grandmother who kept her outside for most of her life. I'd spent a lot of time with her whenever we visited. When my grandmother died and Frosty had refused to stay with the people my aunt set up to care for her I insisted that she be mine instead.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Petlife
Boyfriend
Light coursed through the windows, landing gently on her face. There was sounds of cooking in the kitchen. Ellianne took a deep breath to center herself. Her mindfulness: she felt the warm blankets and sheets. The pillow was so comfortable it could have been calculated to her exact body measurements. Sometimes it did feel good to lay here all day and ignore the problems. But today was it: she needed to do something.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Futurism
Let it Fester
I fully admit that my insides chose a bad time to rebel (again). Doctors are overworked if not by the coronavirus, by the world slowly trying to turn on its axis again and start moving at a normal pace. Being chronically ill I tend to put off little pains until something tells me it's serious.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Longevity
To Survive on $2000
When Daryl and I decided to get married, the first concern on our mind wasn't where to have it or when. It was if we should actually get married. You see at the time I couldn't remember if my type of disability was SSI (Supplemental Security Income) or SSDI (Social Security Disability Income). You'd think everyone with a disability would be in the latter, but that's not the case.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in FYI
Not part of the sky, but all of it
In 1988 at 11 at night on the 25th of January (just two days off from being a cusp with the previous zodiac, Capricorn) I was born into the world, making me the astrological center of my brothers. I never put much into astrology, but I suppose if you understand the connotations that come from being an Aquarius sun, if something exists I have to know about it, like an alien discovering a new planet and trying to fit in, so lets just get into it, shall we?
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Humans
Purrs and Pearls
I paced anxiously in lobby. My aunt's lawyers were as grandiose as she had been, everything was wood and marble. There were paralegals and secretaries running around, filling, every other minute someone came and delivered something that was important to someone's livelihood.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Petlife
I Am What I Am
When I was little I had no idea that music had divisions. I thought the music I listened to with my father (country) was the same as when I listened to Michael Jackson with my brother or Boyz II Men with my friends, or, on the rare occasion that my mom would finally get tired of listening to country and my father wasn't in the car with us, someone like Gloria Gaynor would be her choice. When I learned there were differences, at least to other people, I tried hard to figure out what might separate out everyone’s choices. As much as I try, both as a little kid and as an adult, it’s all just music to me, so it could be said that I’m a terrible choice to write on it.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Beat
History Unwritten
I don't know if you're like me, but in all of my American history classes, I don't remember learning anything about the Reconstruction period. I do remember being shocked learning about it outside of school when I'd graduated college and fighting the conspiracy-like thoughts of "what else were they hiding from me?"
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Education
The Not Good, Very Bad, Upside-Down Wedding
I mentioned on my article about my wedding to the love of my life that I had a short marriage with another person where the wedding and the marriage were both terrible. They stood as wonderful examples of everything I didn't want.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Humans
Don't Cry Wolf
I got one of the most secluded campsites available. I was just kind of... done with people. I wanted to look at the stars and listen to the trees. I could have just slept in my Jeep, but I figured sleeping on rocks was part of the experience. I put down the tarp a distance away from the established firepit and started putting poles together.
By Karalynn Rowley3 years ago in Petlife