Katelyn Hunt
Bio
Christian YA Author | WIP: The Genesis Project (TPG) | Science Fiction and Fantasy | INFJ-T
"Not all those who wander are lost." ~J. R. R. Tolkien
Stories (25/0)
The Girls Who Cried Ghost
An exciting breeze tickled Marilyn Castillo’s nose as loose frays of her brown hair danced in the wind, catching a layer of salty dew as the sun rose on the sea’s horizon. She exhaled a long sigh as she watched the small waves break against the side of the great wooden ship, the color of the depths closely resembling the swampy green irises of her young eyes. Just as she was about to close them, a startling scuffle sounded from the deck behind her.
By Katelyn Hunt2 years ago in Horror
A Halloween Honky-Tonk Playlist
Have you ever wanted to get that Halloween mood on, but did not know what would do the trick? Or maybe you simply do not enjoy the typical Halloween playlists and are looking for something more up your alley! In this playlist, you will find the top 5 country songs to listen to in order to get your spooky on! Ranging from missing bodies to roaming ghosts, here are your top 5 Halloween honky-tonk tunes!
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Beat
Taking College Classes as a High School Student
High school is often seen as the pre-game warm-up to your next step in the “real world”, whether that be college, a trade school, the military, or a steady job. But that is not the case for everybody—certainly not for me. I am a high school student taking college classes, and while it is coming to be more common, it is nothing to take lightly. You must prepare yourself mentally and physically like never before, including a strategic sleep schedule and time to relax, even though these things are often put on the back burner. There are many pros and cons of being a college credit plus student, but any cons that come their way are often overpowered with the results: going into the world with a head start and being able to make a difference more rapidly.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Education
The White Room and the Pear Trees
Sweat dripped from my pale skin as I strained to free myself of the metal manacles securing my wrists to a mattress. I shut my eyes tight against the blinding lights of the White Room, which was the best way to describe the place the doctors had left me. Though, due to the last few hours’ events, the term doctors did not quite fit their resume anymore.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Fiction
Hanna Braun: The Girl Who Escaped the Nazis
I inhaled as the cold sea breezes blew against my face. I felt peace for the first time since my parents told me I was to board a train out of the country. I blocked out all of the memories of the past week and closed my eyes, imagining that I was gliding in the wind without a worry in the world. The December gusts began to bite at my skin, but I barely noticed it was there.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Fiction
The Realm of the Fey
“Hey, watch it, kid!” The townsman dusted off his front as I pushed past him, shooting me a sneer of disgust. I didn’t falter and kept up my pace, shimmying through the packed streets of the village of Abdalla. I followed the curve of the cobbled stone path until we came upon the bakery, and I struggled out of the flow, irritating most in my path.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Fiction
Corane Winsor: The Final Trade
I bit my lip as I gazed down into the icy sea from the forecastle deck, the chilling breeze ruffling my cloak. I leaned over the edge of the ship, gripping the frigid steel rails, and watched the cold desert land of Kalindor fade behind us. In … out … in … out, I echoed to myself. Do it for your people, Corane.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Fiction
The Reception of 1927
My dark hands rested against the wizened wooden door, and even though my eyes were closed, the image of the Agnello Family Barn danced before my mind’s eye. Its jagged, towering walls; the support beams which creaked with each breeze; the holes in the bottom of the stage which we had gotten our curious fingers stuck in on every occasion … it was all there, in some aspects untouched and frozen in time. The multitude of tales being withheld in the rotting walls flowed through my fingers like jolts from a lightning storm.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Fiction
The Awakening
I squeezed my eyes shut as firm as I could until white flashes of light interrupted the black abyss behind my eyelids. My hands gripped my dark cloak around my body, the soft breeze no longer a comfort. I hesitantly allowed my eyes to open; they ached from my attempts of keeping my emotions in check, causing my vision to blur. In a fraction of time, my eyesight was unblemished once more, and a hand shot to my mouth to prevent any unwanted cries.
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Fiction
