Kathleen Hair
Bio
Oye.
Learning to live.
And living to learn.
Stories (10/0)
Soul Train
There was a consistent sway beneath her body as she shifted her head pushing her face back into the pillow. The sounds outside were loud, too loud and they reminded her of a train. A train? How, and what made her get on a train? Ahashka Cree didn’t mind a lot of things, but motion sickness was one of those… she’d avoid, if at all possible. Oh so, she could remember her past, she knew her name, and she knew she had made hangovers a thing of the past, so… how had she lost a few days then?
By Kathleen Hairabout a year ago in Longevity
The Malenski Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The glow of the candle illuminated a picture in his hand of his Grandmother and Grandfather in wedding attire in front of this lakeside cabin. With a heavy heart Derrek Malenski dropped the photo into the box he’d found while searching the cabin.
By Kathleen Hairabout a year ago in Horror
Shades of Light
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” When the words sounded against her ear as if someone spoke them, her heart skipped as she ripped her hand from upon the stone which she leaned. Looking around at the emptiness around her forced her to question if what she heard, she actually heard. Or if she had felt the warmth of breath or just the winds of the Saudi Desert against her ear. It was a cold night and though the sun had set some time ago, Ahashka Cree noticed the sand was still warm as she sat cross legged beneath one of the ancient iron crosses her team had been searching for. As she awed at the clear etchings of an unknown language deep in the stone, she decided that before touching it again, she should prepare. Several long, slow breaths later she set her hand on the stone again, focusing before reaching out and allowing whatever, in. As she sunk into the feeling, she sunk down into the image of the spiral where the voice she heard before began again distant at first, but growing nearer.
By Kathleen Hairabout a year ago in Fiction
Losing the link
The young riders mind drifted more slowly than did the icy wind stinging his eyes. Behind him he could see the sun had yet to crest the horizon and though an unusual hour for deliveries he was sure he could catch a house servant milling about at his destination.
By Kathleen Hair3 years ago in Unbalanced
