K.M. Linden
Bio
My first love is reading. The rest of the world waits with a good book to be read. I carry stories in my mind, mentally revising and editing throughout the day. I enjoy putting words to paper to see what sticks. Sometimes it is legible.
Stories (3)
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The Algorithm and the Bath Water
Jane’s eyes were protesting as if they had been captured by terrorists and forced to consume the blue light of a computer screen without blinking for a week. Maybe it had been a week. She clicked on the latest news article of a car rolling into a ditch on Hwy 70, telling herself she’d close her laptop in 5 minutes, half knowing that she would not.
By K.M. Linden4 years ago in Horror
Roots Run Deep
The Kansas prairie is alive with the wind. That may be my first memory of Kansas. A strong wind and golden grasses bending in a coordinated dance of land and sky. When the first settlers laid claim to land, they brought with them the idea of water witches who would find the underground water beneath the loam and silt with the use of a forked weeping willow branch. The branch would dip down as it sensed ground water. If there was no water, the settlers had failed before they began. If there was water, and they dug long enough to find the intricate root systems of the native prairie grasses, there was hope. There is a certain amount of accomplishment in thriving in a vast, uncultivated environment. The dandelion grows and multiplies while the orchid withers and fades in the fluctuating climate of hot, humid summers and cold, barren winters.
By K.M. Linden5 years ago in Humans
The Treasures
The Letter Bertie placed her mail on the kitchen counter, glancing at bills, advertisements for Chinese food restaurants, and nail salons, and that’s when she noticed a small handwritten package addressed to Ms Bertilla Hart sitting on her stoop. She opened it curiously and read:
By K.M. Linden5 years ago in Humans
