Karena Graca
Bio
Karena is a freelance journalist and blogger living in the peaceful country setting of Charters Settlement, New Brunswick, Canada. Although able to write on most topics, her passion lies in Science Fiction and the apocalypse.
Stories (14/0)
- Top Story - February 2022
The "Pet Peeve" EditionTop Story - February 2022
Two years into this and everyone is annoyed, right? What were once minor grievances have now escalated to anger inducing tantrums. I don't go out much, but I did on Thursday. It had snowed, the roads were slippery and drivers had to be extra vigilant. I saw a small car (I mean small enough that even a child could reach the roof) coming towards me and the only snow that had been removed was what the windshield wipers had pushed off. A while ago, I would have just rolled my eyes. Three days ago, I saw fit to yell obscenities (pointless, I know - no one could hear me) and flip him the bird.
By Karena Graca2 years ago in Confessions
The Mundane Banality of Smalltalk.... Blah blah blah
There's a reason I'm a writer - I hate talking. Call me on the phone and chances are, I won't answer. I'm not avoiding you - I just don't want to spend time talking about nothing. Text me, and I'll respond. Short, precise, to the point. Yes, you may have four seconds of my time. My gift to you.
By Karena Graca2 years ago in Humans
I'm Done
How is everyone keeping their anger in check these days? Let me tell you what I'm done with: Winter The Pandemic The "Freedom" convoy The vaccination war The Supply Chain "Experts" commenting on anything and everything Businesses being closed on Mondays because they can't find staff My outdoor cat beating up the other cats because it's too cold outside Social media Crappy internet Paying bills Cleaning my house Cooking All of the people in the world
By Karena Graca2 years ago in Humans
Outpost Gamma, Escape Route Number 68
December 15, 2035 Escape Route Number 67 in T minus 20 minutes. Escape route number 68 in 428 hours. “Thanks, Clysta,” I mutter to our onboard AI. She woke me out of a dream. I was back on Earth, a child laying between the rows of tomato plants, Mom’s big rubber boots on my little feet.
By Karena Graca3 years ago in Futurism
Dream Small
Day 453 of isolation. Thank God for Amazon, right? Well, for me, it’s always been this way. I don’t like people. Nope, that’s not it. I like the IDEA of people, but have always cowered from the anticipation of face-to-face communication. Get me on the phone and I’m stellar. Skype or Zoom, I’m a superstar. Messenger, FaceTime, email… you get it. I’m an artist – and that probably speaks volumes.
By Karena Graca3 years ago in Fiction
