martykate's profile
AGE:
56
LOC: Redmond, WA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 12
LOC: Redmond, WA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 12
This is dedicated to my small, bent, group of loyal fans whom I love!
I’ve been writing since I was about 12. I never finished short stories, except in class, but on my own wrote chapters (or a chapter), and I have a folders and notebooks of what I’ve written sitting in my storage locker in Lexington (the one in Kentucky).
I like fantasy and good ghost/vampire (with the exception of Ms. Rice) and occult stories. Peter Straub is one of my favorite authors. Stephen King doesn’t even come close to matching him.
I don’t like to talk about me, so I won’t, except to say that I’m horse crazy and nothing can be done about it!Oh, I’m also a solo practitioner Wiccan.
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"Damn!" The tree root had caught Michael again. The slope of the street that led to his house was perfect for skateboarding; but the old sidewalk was lined with big leaf maples whose tree roots caused cracks and ridges which sometimes, like this time, threw him off balance. Occasionally one would provide enough of a gentle launch for a good jump, but caught unawares the consequences could be painful. He hated the thought of someone seeing him fall. He gathered up his pack, his board...
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“I wonder if she’s still alive.” Mariah was stretched out on the dirt floor, her arms crossed behind her head. “I wonder why he didn’t bring her here. He can’t have thought that someone was onto him, or could he?” “After our little party the other night maybe he’s scared to.” Crazy Girl cackled, then grew serious. “How do we even know there was another girl?” “You mean that it could have been a boy this time?”...
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Even in my weakened state, I slept but lightly. It was more like I was in a trance, aware of my surroundings and feeling deeply relaxed. I wanted to lose consciousness, and certainly the comfortable sofa, the warmth of the afghan, and the fire which was now burning low seemed to invite it, yet somehow sleep eluded me. I craved the release of sleep, but was denied it. I wondered if this was part of what I had become. So, instead of sleeping I lay there, neither asleep nor awake, but somehow lo...
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That night he dreamed he, Dewey, and Short Round were young boys. Short Round’s grandfather had been a monk before he decided to leave the monastery and start a family. Mike remembered him—a small, wizened man with bright black eyes, his face a mask of wrinkles. He and his family had fled the Viet Cong and were given permission to immigrate to America, but Grandfather Van seemed to carry Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam within him. He was fond of the boys and would feed them sticky rice sweets and ...
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I belong to a group that suffers from an incurable disease. Indeed, we are not much talked about—we aren’t “sexy” enough. Talk to us individually about our stories and you will hear experiences that are as lurid as you can possibly wish for, but we still don’t draw enough headlines to create a big enough public awareness that we deserve. Because we’re out there and we’re enough of a public health hazard as any schizophrenic, socio- or psychopath. But we’re more dangerous than you realize. How...
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Here is an awkward transition for me: Laura standing on the bed with a rope over the crossbeam and Michael coming into the room to ask to use her car. It seems out of order. I feel like there should be some connection that somehow isn't there. Nice imagry--the check engine light to checking things at home. The buildings and the people. But there is an element missing from this story. There isn't enough hinted at to let us know Laura's motivation to do what she did. Michael is experiencing int...
I am not a good critique of flash fiction but you completed your story, and had a very nice, though not unexpected ending. Your ending was very effective. I did not expect that she was as unscrupulous aws she was, but your wound it up very nicely. Nice portrait of a user who has not scruples, and turns on anyone who tries to help. Nice job.
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