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Kristen Haveman
Bio
A dabbler, a story teller.
Stories (32/0)
First Lust
You’re disposable — Just a cheap toy camera A dim memory
By Kristen Havemanabout a year ago in Poets
On Wings of Terror and Hope
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For years, only debris from broken dreams drifted in the breeze. Flyers and trinkets unearthed by inquisitive children. Melhandra wasn’t old enough to recall the quiet years, but she bore the weight of the past all the same.
By Kristen Haveman2 years ago in Fiction
The Things We Tell Ourselves
Something wasn’t quite right. The light a touch too bright, the colors a little too vibrant. Janis moved nothing but her eyes, waves of vertigo and disassociation flooding her body. Nick still snored softly beside her, puffs of morning breath assaulting her nostrils. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something was wrong.
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Fiction
Ingredients for a Cake
“You don’t put blueberries in chocolate cake” A statement of fact, seemingly as obvious as cats don’t fly. I didn’t need to look at Adam to read the disdain in his eyes. This was his middle management voice, condescending with a hint of false compassion. Dreams of fat slices of chocolate, blueberry cake evaporate. My finger pushes a grain of sugar across the table into a pool of warm coffee. I watch it disintegrate. A sweet death I almost envy.
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Fiction