C.K. Clawson
Bio
I'm an aspiring novelist in my early thirties. I live in Southern Missouri, and I am married and have seven cats, and multiple interests, including cooking, games, serial killers, gardening, sewing, crochet, missing persons, and reading.
Stories (5)
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Grief After the Cutoff
December 8 was a big day for me. It was a day when I finally, forcefully, put myself ahead of my family and a deep connection with my mother. I cut her off, for a number of reasons, thus completing a sort of transition process that started in 2020.
By C.K. Clawson4 years ago in Families
So Close
His lips were dry, so dry that they cracked and bled. The sailor looked up bleakly at the cloudy sky above, licking his lips and sitting up. He looked around, his eyes finding nothing suspicious in the water surrounding his dinghy. He looked up towards the horizon to the west and panicked when he saw the grey-blue waters of the ocean, never-ending in its size. Where did the island go?
By C.K. Clawson4 years ago in Horror
Homework, Family, Vampires, and a Curfew: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a teen show filled with romance, horror, humor, and all the tropes of modern fantasy dramas. However, as cliché as the show seems now, Buffy the Vampire Slayer has a comforting, timeless quality to it, and helped create many modern cliches in teen romantic dramas and in modern fantasy
By C.K. Clawson4 years ago in Geeks
Therapeutic Cooking
I get in the car, stinking of hot oil, fried chicken, and whatever else got on me during my longer-than-normal shift that day. My legs are cramping, I have a mild headache, and I’m still irritated from being shorthanded at work and trying to figure out how to help cover shifts at work after too many people have called in because they were sick… or because they didn’t realize that their shift started and they needed to be in for said shift, despite being told when their shift was. I don’t know it but I’m going to get in the shower later in the evening and feel a mild stinging sensation as warm water hits several new grease burns on my forearms. I sigh and rub my temple, and my husband Pat looks at me.
By C.K. Clawson4 years ago in Feast
