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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The Long Thaw
Years pass as quickly as an impression leaves a mark on the soul. I was visiting friends I had met as a student in Scotland. I had since moved. I had forgot how, when sunshine is scarce, grey shadows mark the dark season and reveal what hides on the other side of the divide.
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I was 16 when my grandmother died. She had nurtured in me an appreciation of music, plants and animals, and a reverent connection with all of nature. Shortly after her funeral, I was given a package she had prepared for me and told to open it when I was ready. She had often written stories that reminded me of my past. Now, in the void left by her passing, I felt the need to read her words to me.
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
I had been sent on a karmic errand to arrange pieces of old material, that has been minced and carefully reworked into myths. The Green-man of myth had appeared and told me , "Find the Green Fairy, Princess Golinda and her dragon who move as a force of nature connecting with something greater than the self.”
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
It was 2021, a pivotal time in the world. Travel restrictions had just been lifted. My three childhood friends coordinated a visit to our hometown. Philomena, the philosopher, Axel,the astronomer, Eddy, the economist and I, the writer, had worked to maintain our special bond with each other.
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
Threading the needle
Threading the Needle Threading the Camel Through the Eye of the Needle. Kate poked through her sewing kit, looking for a red thread to finish repairing a tapestry of a fortress at sunset. Within minutes, she relaxed. Her skill, discipline, and special touch brought life to the ¾ stitch, that looked like the symbol Lambda, λ. The habitual action let her mind wander between emptiness and flashes of thought.
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
