K. E. Thomas
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I'm an published author but am looking to build an audience. My published work is Blood Lovers and you can find this on amazon or barnes and noble. My life consists of being mom to a beautiful daughter and being a wife to an amazing man.
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The Little Room
I pushed the key into the keyhole and gave it a turn. It caught like it didn’t want to completely unlock the gears. After a jiggle of the knob and a slight kick at the bottom of the door, the lock finally gave in. The door creaked and groaned as if it were an old man trying to get out of a chair. The room held the musty smell of forgottenness but deep down it held more. I sucked in a breath and instantly regretted it. The air was heavy and had a film that seemed to coat everything including my lungs. I instantly started coughing. A single window filthy from the years of abandonment let in the dingiest amount of light. I instinctively reached for the light switch. A yellow bulb flickered casting shadows around the room. They seemed to taunt me, reminding me of the secrets they held. Part of me wanted to turn back, but the other part of me needed to go in. Realistically, the room was about the size of a large closet but there was furniture lined up along every wall. I had to step to the side to squeeze through to get to the dresser. Dust clung to every inch of the room. The once pink wallpaper with the red roses was now yellowing and ripped in some places. The antique bed frame and matching dresser were dingy grey. I pulled open the first drawer to the dresser. It squealed with protest. Of course, it was full. My grandmother never threw anything away. I groaned because this day was getting longer. The one document I was looking for was going to be buried in the room of secrets and I was going to spend more time than I wanted here. I tentatively reached into the stack of unknown mysteries as if something would grab my hand and pull me into the dresser. I told myself that I was being absurd. Gently, I pulled out each sheet of paper and every worn and faded photograph. Most people would have a sense of nostalgia, but I held the feeling of uneasiness. It seemed like time had stopped moving. I looked at my watch but only five minutes had passed since entering the room. It felt like an eternity, and the longer I was in the room, the more I felt like it was sucking the life out of me. Each breath was becoming harder to take. Maybe I should go out and come back a little bit later, but deep down I knew that I wouldn’t ever come back in this room. I made my way through the second drawer. This one held a couple of table clothes or sheets. I wasn’t sure, and the dim light was making it hard to distinguish what they were. I found a few books that had seen better days sometime in the 1800’s. I gently shook them open hoping that they wouldn’t disintegrate. By the time I made it through the third drawer, I was starting to feel hopeless. The room was shrinking in on me, the shadows growing menacingly, and the air had less oxygen. In the bottom drawer, there were more papers, but it was the folder that wasn’t as faded as the rest that caught my eye. I pulled it out and opened it up. Inside was the paper. The paper that said who my true parents were. I had grown up at grandma’s house knowing that I wasn’t part of the family, even though she insisted that I was. She had told me stories of how my parents had lived, and the tragic story of how they died. I’d been young and believed her, but deep down I knew it wasn’t true. The truth was in my hands. Grandma had adopted me from a shelter after my mother was a runaway. Would this knowledge change my decision? If I pursued my journey, would I end up hurting myself more? Sometimes ignorance is bliss and knowledge is a disease. If I found my true family, would they know more about my curse? Or would they turn a blind eye like everyone else? If they were even still alive, of course. After a minute of holding my breath, I realized that I was still in this room where the walls seemed to reach for me. I held onto the piece of paper as if it were gold as I slowly made my way to the door. The floor creaked as I moved reminding me that this was a room that had been forgotten and for good reason.
By K. E. Thomasabout a month ago in Fiction
The Hunter and the Hunted.
She is the most skilled vampire hunter they had ever produced. Her methods are undeniably effective, and her results are unquestionable. There are no survivors when she decides to exterminate...except one. The one that bites her and changes her life forever.
By K. E. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero within.
When China announced the covid virus had spread across their country, and was soon headed to the United States, I like many people never thought it would hit in a small town in the middle of Illinois. Weeks passed, and the virus inched closer and closer. Toilet paper and Lysol were endangered species, and then the decree of emergency shutdown was declared. The streets were empty, and every person was wearing a mask. I was a nurse in an ICU wing, and watched helplessly as the procedures and requirements of my job became stricter and more strenuous. Everyone was saying “Thank a healthcare worker; They’re our heroes.” I remember thinking it was nice to be noticed even if it was under such horrible conditions. I worked many hours trying to save people from the virus, and even more hours managing all sorts of machines including ventilators which is a machine that breathes for a patient, IV pumps with various drips including sedation, blood pressure management, and blood sugar control.
By K. E. Thomas4 years ago in Journal
The Redhead at the Pond.
The air was crisp. It had snowed the night before, and now, the sun had come out, as if it were unaware of the false promise, it gave us. It didn’t warm the chill, but somehow it promised that it would. I bundled up and headed to the most popular spot in town. It wasn’t the mall or the arcade. No today, it was the pond. A small fishing pond on the edge of town had gained the popularity and status of the mall. Everyone was gathered around. There were moms with thermoses of hot chocolate perched on the shoreside, and kids on skates gliding across the frozen surface. There was a small hockey game going on at one of the ends of the pond. No one seemed to notice the chill, and everyone relied on the sun’s promise to warm everything up. My breath puffed white as I stood along the sidelines. I’d never been a skater. Truth be told, I skated on my butt more times than not. I didn’t come for the possibility of a broken bone; I came for her. Her beautiful red hair contrasted against the snow as if she were a flame burning bright. I couldn’t see her eyes but I knew that they shone with excitement. She was a natural on her skates as if she were an angel gliding across the clouds. She didn’t notice me but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Her beauty stood out in everyway against the white snow, as if she were painted by an artist.
By K. E. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
The Best Haunted House
Halloween is my favorite holiday. I just love the thrills, chills, scares, and everything else that goes with Halloween. Aside from dressing up, my favorite part is the haunted houses. My friends on the other hand are classic mindless sheep, scared of damn near everything. For weeks, I’d been trying to convince my friends to go to the best haunted house with me. Finally, on Halloween night, they agreed to make the two-hour drive into another state to entertain my need for fear. The drive sucked for two reasons. One, all they kept doing was try to convince me to go to the bar, and two, they brought along this single guy in attempt to set us up. He was cute but every time, they tried to do this, the guy usually left because I was too weird.
By K. E. Thomas4 years ago in Horror
Going home.
The moon shone brightly on the lake. She had always loved this lake, and even though, it was truly beautiful, there was something different about it. But regardless of what was different, it had always calmed the storms that brewed inside her. A flash of silver caught her eye. It must’ve been a fish, she told herself. She sat there a few more minutes when something touched her foot. It almost looked like something was swimming up to her. The moonlight must’ve been playing tricks on her eyes. No, there was definitely something in the water. It reached up and grabbed her foot. It was a split second before it pulled her in. She expected the water to be cold, but in fact it was perfect temperature. It took her a few minutes to realize she wasn’t having difficulty breathing even though the creature was still pulling her down. She tried swimming upwards back towards the shore but the creature was incredibly strong, and she was caught in a current. It felt more like a hurricane. They were headed towards a pearl castle.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The way of the wolves.
As she stared into his brown eyes, she knew that he wasn’t going to choose her. The law of the wolves was when the alpha male turned twenty-five, he had to choose a mate. He wasn’t going to choose her when her sisters were so much prettier and had so much more to offer. Her heart sank, and her stomach did flips. She’d have to watch her best friend marry someone else and she’d have no choice but to be happy for them. She had never fit in with the wolves, always choosing to be alone with her books instead of one with the pack. Only Jenz could break her attention away from her love affair with the dead tattooed remnants of trees. He always knew where to find her, and what to say to make her join the pack. Her sisters had the social prestige that she would never have but was necessary to be an alpha’s mate. He would choose one of the others because that was what was expected. She wanted to run away but she couldn’t.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
A Dance.
She placed the glitter mask on her face, and headed down to the dance. Her family always held a masquerade ball but this was the first time, she was old enough to go. Her mother had curled and styled her hair to the point of angelic. Her dress was beautiful, and she had loved it from the moment she’d seen it. It reminded her of the sunset. It was a light pink at the top, and it flowed into a dark orange at the bottom. Her mask matched the light pink. Her parents were already down at the ball. This was the biggest social event of the season, and debutants were expected to act a certain way, in hopes of catching the eyes of a rich man who could be a potential husband.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The Chef's Kitchen.
He placed a slice of avocado on the plate next to the poached eggs and toast. He set the plate on the serving table and rang the bell. The waiter came over and picked up the plate. He closed his eyes for just a minute. Being the chef of one of the best five-star restaurants in the country was exhausting. He was working on one of his new recipes when he heard something vibrating against the counter. He thought it was his phone but didn’t see it anywhere. He focused back on the dish adding lemon zest to the mixture. It was several minutes before he heard the vibration again. What was that? He wondered as he went looking for the source of the vibrations. After a minute, he found what was vibrating. It was an electric knife. That was odd but maybe the batteries were old. He turned it off and went back to his recipe. This was going to be one of his best dishes. He added some vegetable stock to his pot. It began to boil. The whole kitchen smelled delicious. He finished the dish and sent it out.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
Unknown Hero.
The day started like most days. I sat down to get report on my nursing home patients. After several months, the day was routine, and the faces were more than familiar; they were family. The night shift nurse looked slightly frazzled as she began. She went through everyone as usual. I’d only been off for a day, so things hadn’t changed that much. The major change was that Miss Bambi wasn’t feeling good and wasn’t out of bed yet. Bambi was a creature of extreme habit. I’d even say borderline OCD about it. I started on my med pass, thinking that she’d be up and about by the time I finished. It was nine-thirty, I had just finished, and noticed that Bambi still wasn’t up yet. I walked down to her room. “Miss Bambi.” I said softly as I knocked on her door. A very soft “come in” drifted through the door. This really wasn’t like Bambi at all. She was normally very bold. She was still in bed, which was extremely odd seeing her still in her pajamas. In a way, it made her look frail. Her long silver hair flowed down around her, which was odd as well because she always wore it in a bun. I suddenly felt out of place, like a kid who was staying over at grandma’s for the first time. “Hello, dear.” Her voice sounded as if it were about to crack, and possibly break into tears. “Miss Bambi, are you okay?” The concern in my voice was heavy. Most days, I was able to hide that but not today. “I’m just under the weather, dear.” I walked slowly near her. “Can I get you anything?” I asked not really knowing what else to say. The closer I got the more worried I became. Her skin was very pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She aged another twenty years in the time it had taken me to cross the room. “Would you sit with me for a few minutes? I would like to talk to someone.” A million reasons as to why I couldn’t popped in my head, but it was my heart that took over and spoke. “Of course, Miss Bambi.” I took a seat right next to her in the visitor’s chair.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Humans
The Book!
She sat in the dark alley, her tears blending with the pouring rain. People walked past her, pulling up their collars, or turning their heads away from the pelting drops. No one noticed the petite girl with the sad eyes sitting beside the dumpster. That was until the black limo stopped in front of her. The window cracked and smoke billowed out. “Get in.” A deep husky voice commanded. This was the icing on the cake, she thought as she stood up. Her wet hair was plastered to her forehead and neck. Her hoodie had provided very little protection and now was just heavy from the water. The door opened and without another moment, she slipped in. A burly man with a black goatee and a charcoal suit sat across from her. He didn’t say anything, just made a small gesture which signaled the driver to go.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Criminal
