Kelsey Clarey
Bio
She/Her/Fae/Faer. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada. I mostly write poetry and flash fiction currently, a lot of it fantasy/folklore/fairy tale inspired. I also like to do a lot of fiber arts and design TTRPGs.
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Stories (43/0)
The Nighttime Visitor
I can hear the growling and the sounds of something scratching at the doors and windows from the outside, but I don't dare go take a peek. Though I am curious, I don't want to draw the creature's attention. After several nights of this and several days of finding the claw marks on the house's siding and the large footprints in the yard accompanied by a strong sense of something watching me from the woods, I don't need to know what it looks like to know that I don't want to mess with it.
By Kelsey Clarey7 months ago in Fiction
Home for Thanksgiving
No matter how old we get, Or how far we move away, in my heart we will always be those little kids. Playing pretend in our grandparents' basement, endless games of after dinner tag in the backyard, racing to choose the best pumpkins in the patch, breaking up chestnut shells under our shoes and throwing the nuts through the windows of the abandoned house next door. Chatting excitedly about whose name we pulled for the Christmas draw, and drifting off as the adults played cards into the night. I give thanks for these memories, and the way my hearts always back there - even when I can't - and that even if it looks different now, I can always find myself home again.
By Kelsey Clarey7 months ago in Poets
Family Favourite Christmas Cookies
I don't remember exactly what year the 12 Cookies of Christmas tradition began, but I do remember what kicked it off. We still got our provincial newspaper every day at the time, and one day in November there was an insert tucked in between the folds. This insert was filled with recipes and pictures of beautifully decorated Christmas cookies, and my dad took it and ran with it. Determined to make 12 kinds of cookies for our family before the holidays were over, he pulled both from that newspaper insert and from the various recipes he had collected over the years. As far bake as I can remember, my dad has loved to bake things and loved Christmas. This challenge that blended the two was perfect for him. Since I also loved Christmas and loved to help him bake, I guess it was perfect for me too.
By Kelsey Clarey7 months ago in Feast
Careful where you walk...
A sudden shiver, Someone walks over my grave, Waking me again. πͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦π This poem was written for the Spooky Haiku Challenge from the Vocal + Assist facebook group. Find out more here:
By Kelsey Clarey7 months ago in Poets