Kellyn Carni
Bio
I love reading fiction, and I've always wanted to write.
Vocal gave me the nudge I needed, with the Doomsday Diary challenge last summer. That's when I wrote Ricochet- which has evolved into the first chapter of my first novel.
Stories (6/0)
The Red Corner
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Blooming dogwoods and perfectly groomed azaleas surrounded the neatly-set picnic tables in the facility’s covered courtyard, where residents could presumably entertain their children and grandchildren, if anyone ever came to visit. No one did.
By Kellyn Carniabout a year ago in Fiction
When Even the Moon Hides
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A bead of melted wax dripped slowly down the candle shaft, rolled off the candleholder’s edge, and landed on the open book, startling the boy from his reading. He’d read the passage dozens of times, you see, but was no less captivated than he’d been the first time—”
By Kellyn Carni2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Fog
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” his arrogant voice echoed across the Mountaintop as he paced across the little wooden stage, enrapturing his audience of zealots. “But your Custodians have acted weakly, and so—” He paused, gesturing towards the cloud-veiled canyon below. “Dragons.”
By Kellyn Carni2 years ago in Fiction
Ricochet
Chapter 1 Not dead, I thought, as cold air touched my skin. I didn’t know much about Heaven or Hell, but I knew neither were thought to be drafty. The corner of my mouth lifted at the thought, until I began to remember, the images reshaping in my mind. There had been gunshots, my sisters’ screaming, and so much blood. Blood… Where was my brother? Where was I? I began to take inventory, noting that I seemed to be lying down, creaky boards beneath me- foggy headed, but unhurt. My eyelids felt heavy, my whole body felt heavy, as though I’d been pulled by a weak magnet through a pit of sand. Dragged away from the horrific execution that I seemed to have left behind. Cool metal sat heavily between my breasts- the locket. Rasputin. “When the times comes, malenkaya, you’ll escape,” he’d said when he gave it to me.
By Kellyn Carni3 years ago in Fiction