Katherine D. Graham
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My stories usually present facts, supported by science as we know it, that are often spoken of in myths. Both can help survival in an ever-changing world.
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A Letter to the super hunter moon
Dear Them the moon. Tonight, you are closest to the Earth in perigee, shining as big as you can be. Your face reflects you were pounded, it's in plain view. Meteorites left pockets seen even when you are black and blue. Impact changed silicon dust into regolith glass that reflects sunlight as a matter of facts.
By Katherine D. Graham3 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for Action at a Distance
Be prepared for this hunt, then state the witnessed proof, that action at a distance is not simply an ideology or a spoof. Often a being has the feeling that someone is watching them. Although hard to prove, it does not often change how they move. Most recognize the gaze, then ignore this feeling of awe, thinking their senses have a quirk or a flaw.
By Katherine D. Graham3 months ago in Poets
Parallel Lives of the Pitying and Unkindness
The yellow, red and rust coloured leaves of autumn radiated the light of the sun that rose while facing the moon that set. Full blown roses sat in their splendor beside new buds, unaware of the harsh days to come. Kat walked past ancient stones that lifted like raised eyebrows.
By Katherine D. Graham3 months ago in Fiction
Invited to the Devils Table
for https://todaysurvey.life/writers/tales-from-beyond-the-haunted-letter-challenge The quiet countryside shook with the thunder of a fighter plane that cut through the air, awakening the threat of war that holds the cold of death that has, over the eons, seen the ice of many a winter .
By Katherine D. Graham4 months ago in Fiction
Fu or Fubar
Reader, https://todaysurvey.life/writers/tales-from-beyond-the-haunted-letter-challenge I penetrate your body and soul with the cold mists of the morning and evening fog. As light fades, I stop new growth. I move through the trees of life and wisdom, with my vaporous scythe, removing leaves and anything in my path. Your turn will come. I am forever near, prepared to strike down you, and those you love. I carry the chill of death, of what was and what will be. You dare say foo.
By Katherine D. Graham4 months ago in Fiction
