Katherine Nesbitt
Bio
I write social commentary in the forms of novels, poetry, short stories, satire, speeches, and will be releasing a poetry audiobook.
Stories (28/0)
Freedom isn't Free
Flash POV My name is Flash. I was born by c-section 2 years ago on Christmas Eve in a litter of five pups where only 4 of us survived. The vet called us mutts and I can see why; because we all look so different. Out of all of us, I was the only one that looked like a Husky; with gray and white fur. My sister Daisy was the only one who got the Husky blue eyes.
By Katherine Nesbitt2 years ago in Humans
The Real Cost of Male Privilege
We all talk about male privilege. While it's true that men tend to earn more, have more education, and dominate trade industries like plumbers, electricians and mechanics, men also face the burden of being the expected bread winner once married. They enjoy benefits as singles but if they want to settle down they may find their wife doesn't make enough to justify daycare over her staying home. Where does that leave men? A lot of fathers work long days to pay for things like dance and karate. When they get home it's a struggle just to engage with their family. They are so busy chasing the next promotion that they miss play time, bed time stories and might not be there in time for dinner.
By Katherine Nesbitt2 years ago in Humans
Stress is the Leading Cause of Death
It's true that unhealthy people find early graves. American's especially have a high prevalence of heart disease, diabetes, and cancer. We know there are unhealthy things like french fries, cigarettes, and toxin exposure which can attribute to these diseases. Even the sun damages our skin; the biggest organ of the body. People often search for health remedies and eternal youth through a plethora of goods. People take things like collagen, testosterone, or CoQ10 to be healthier and look younger. We often times don't realize that it's stress causing everything from our weight gain, gray hairs, wrinkles and inability to sleep at night.
By Katherine Nesbitt2 years ago in Longevity
The Maddening Happening
I sit here with a blank notebook and an empty bottle of Lithium wondering when I’ll start feeling like myself again. I have grown accustomed to a week of hypomania and attribute all of my great ideas to that state of madness. What is normal and why do we idealize it? I try to write and nothing comes. It’s meaningless to force inspiration. I have a setting, character development and a storyline, yet what I produce has somehow missed its intended mark. Am I in some way different than I was even three weeks ago? Where is the passion that turns the wheels inside of my head to create something from nothing? The power of words is just that: the ability to create, to bring meaning and purpose.
By Katherine Nesbitt3 years ago in Psyche
The Funeral
The sun had just begun to set, the light refracting off the crystalline coverings of the otherwise naked trees. The Lee’s backyard had been professionally set up for the funeral. There were rows of white wooden folding chairs and banquet tables set up in the back. A catered meal was being provided after the service. There was shrimp cocktail, fruit salad, cucumber finger-sandwiches, chicken salad on mini croissants, hummus, greek pita, salad with tzatziki sauce, and mini Belgian cream puffs.
By Katherine Nesbitt3 years ago in Fiction
Peculiar Packages
Melody logged off of her computer and headed to the elevator in her office. Being a mortgage broker these days was quite lucrative and she loved her job. She worked for a company that knew how to take care of its employees. The company was making money hand-over-fist due to the housing boom and had plenty of money to throw around.
By Katherine Nesbitt3 years ago in Fiction
Old Man Red's Barn
Edith and Rozelynne were two ordinary girls, living in the very ordinary town of Woodbury, Tennessee, where the leading cause of death among adolescents was boredom. As summer faded into a distant memory, the girls prepared to start junior high at the local middle school. They were neighbors on Hillcrest Lane, a quiet street tucked away in their sleepy little town. They loved to walk to the Five and Dime, wade in the creek, and watch movies at the cinema; the only place they were forbidden to go was Old Man Red’s barn.
By Katherine Nesbitt3 years ago in Fiction
Chaldea Lost
The sunlight refracted off of the water bag and sent little sparkles dancing across the forest floor as Angela hung a camping shower from a maple tree. She was a few miles outside of Portland, Oregon. She glanced around to make sure she was alone, before stripping out of her army green tactical jacket, t-shirt, and shimmying out of her jeans.. She hung her clothing on a nearby branch along with the only jewelry she owned, a small heart shaped locket. It had been a gift from her grandmother on her 18th birthday. Crafted of sterling silver and set with an aquamarine in the center, it held a picture of her grandparents on their wedding day. Becoming the recipient of this prized family heirloom had made her the envy of her sisters. Angela figured Grandma had chosen her to have it because they shared the same birthday - March 21st, the Spring Equinox - and therefore the aquamarine was both of their birthstones.
By Katherine Nesbitt3 years ago in Futurism
My Photo Journal
I create my happiness when I write in my memory journal. A pair of Fiskars scissors and some washi tape along with a few photos is enough to capture any moment in time. I write about my family, holidays, and vacations. I have a condition that could lead to memory loss so my memories are very important to me.
By Katherine Nesbitt3 years ago in Journal