Kate Kastelberg
Bio
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Primanostogust
It was still there. Sandy’s Ice Cream Shack, boasting its eight flavors, stood to the right of the five waterslides that cascaded down to kidney-shaped pools below. The water slide park and Sandy’s had opened in the early nineties and still appeared to be going strong. How a water slide park thrived when the entire Atlantic Ocean thrashed and waved behind it was a mystery.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Meowcholalia
Aurora placed the saucer on the tiled kitchen floor. The saucer was full of kitten food. She had found the tiny ginger kitten in the parking lot of her apartment complex the previous afternoon. He had had no collar and none of the neighbors claimed him.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Islands Reappear. Runner-Up in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
Journal Entry #444: Lately I have been thinking about what doc said: so stupid but maybe I’ll try it. Reminder that he said maybe I should try writing my journal entries from an outside observer perspective, maybe so I can be more kind to myself? I don’t think it will work, especially since who can actually be objective about themselves?! That seems like an exercise in futility. Honestly though, I have had the most crazy week so maybe it would be beneficial to slow things down and be as objective as possible about everything that has happened (from an outside perspective). Exclusive, this just in: news with what perhaps reveals some other things that you all don’t know about me? Stay tuned and buckle in:
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Perceval in Boots
Perceval polished his boots for a third time. Making gentle clockwise circles while he hummed, he slowly worked the leather until there wasn’t a speck that didn’t shine. Surveying his work, he sighed with satisfaction, pulled them on each respective foot and stood with a stretch. It was time to go home now, now that his work here was done. (At least for now.) Though it had been one hell of a ride…
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of Crow and Mourning Dove
In the first epoch of Land and Sky, Crow and Mourning Dove were quite different. They were, in fact, the same bird. This bird had grey feathers that shone silver in the sunlight and ferrous in the moonlight. With a wingspan spanning six feet or so, he was the size of a Triassic eagle. This bird’s name was Horith.
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
