Katelyn Marie Clair
Bio
Believer of Magic and Happiness
Stories (7/0)
A Man By The Dawn
Like every ordinary morning, the lamps along a quite street, among little homes with yellow doors, turn off. The families in those homes, whether in a hurry or yawning over a cup of coffee, paid no mind to the man responsible for their light. Like most other things, the lights seemed to live all on their own. And so the man who lit them every night and dimmed them every morning was nothing more than a ghost.
By Katelyn Marie Clair2 years ago in Fiction
19 Percent: 1941
Frozen. Cemented into the relentless Mother Gaia, there lay against the beach , a mermaid. It was late November in Northern Ontario and ice was building against the edges of the towns and country lakes. The bay of one of these lakes carried among the trees, a cottage of which had seen many magical people and treasures. However, the secrets left there stayed blind in front of the sight of skeptics and fakes. This enchanted place remained under the solitary care of Henry, who had long since lived his best days, loved with all his heart, spoken his wisest words, and pursued the path that was the most true to his soul.
By Katelyn Marie Clair2 years ago in Fiction
A Night From 1991
I was sitting on the flat concrete steps outside my back door smoking the butt of my last cigarette. I was dazed and absorbed into a muffled argument a couple yards away. My Walkman's battery died a few minutes into the shouting between the shop's new mechanic and a customer. As I began to hear the degree at which they were cursing, I became fixed on trying to figure out what I had missed.
By Katelyn Marie Clair3 years ago in Blush
Bliss Far From Home
I was much too young to be riding a horse alone, with no sense of direction or care about where I might end up. I had nothing to worry about anyways. My adventure was still under the protection of innocence, there hadn't been a cloud of wrongness in my heart about where I was going.. Everything was sensational; my face against the brown hair of my trusted companion and my uncalloused hands held tight inside his mane. I closed my eyes allowing the suns honey to spread across my face as we left the protection of the forest path to enjoy an open hay field.
By Katelyn Marie Clair3 years ago in Fiction
A Dry, Cracked Earth
The only certainty that I hadn’t been alone came from the pulsation in the red sand, alerting me to another ship taking off towards a different home. Of course, this meant I didn’t know if I was alone now, for good, the last on earth. And every time the ground shook, I knew I was closing that gap between the last and the dead.
By Katelyn Marie Clair3 years ago in Fiction