Karen Cave
Bio
A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing.
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So I wrote a book about control...
So I got so angry, as a 41 year old woman in the UK who genuinely has felt frightened to be a woman, has even felt shame because of it, especially after the recent kidnappings and murders of several women, that I decided to do something about it. I wrote a book detailing every controlling behaviour I had ever experienced, within unhealthy relationships.
By Karen Cave4 years ago in Humans
The drop
She felt a million eyes gaze upon her in the ring. Spotlights and camera lights flashed before her eyes, as she prepared for the performance of a lifetime. She adjusted her peacock-feather eye mask and shut her eyes for a second, to take in the adrenaline burst and channel it into beauty and grace.
By Karen Cave4 years ago in Fiction
The writer who couldn't write
“Shitting shit it!” She found herself gesticulating wildly at the laptop, hands open, pleading with the blank screen. She was trying to write, and nothing was coming out. She’d walk around all day with crazy, random creativity popping into her head and out onto pages, and now this last week; nothing. Radio silence.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Humans
Santa Crawls
I was generally a good kid, I'd say. But I guess like most children in the 80's, I had my moments, and could be a right little shit. Especially when I got mixed up with a 'bad' crowd; they weren't too bad really, but next to my sheltered childhood, they were absolute terrors, and my parents tried on several occasions to get me to stay away from them.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
How we can all stay sane and connected during covid
I don't know about you, but I'm feeling quite nuts at the moment. Whether it's mostly coincidence or not, I kind of feel as if my mental health, and indeed our mass mental state as a nation, as a human race, will never quite be the same again.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Motivation
I am in his bubble, and he is in mine
"Oh, for God's sake!!" My pile of magazines go flying off the edge of the sofa, when I accidentally kick them with my foot. It's only a small annoyance, but it's one too many annoyances tonight. I reach to pick them all up, then re-position myself across the sofa, propped up with cushions, half sprawled and feeling fairly relaxed, considering.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
Cursed stone faces
The photo I took a few months ago, of the stone faces outside the church on the way up to my daughter's school, always caught my eye, and creeped me out. I found I always had to look up at them, every time I passed by. They even inspired one of my recent short stories: 'Grotesque.'
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
Lockdown lovers
This lockdown. This pesky, bloody virus, affecting my virility. It's not only making everyone scared and miserable, it's wrecking my damn love life. This pandemic is poking a hole in my perversions. Calling a halt to my hanky-panky happenings. Putting a stop to my sensual shenanigans.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
Dark space
You put the big light on as you step into the bedroom to get changed for bed. You don’t really need to, but you always do because you are scared of the dark. Not that you would ever admit this flaw to anyone, because it seems silly. A grown man being scared of the dark. It has always been the case though, since you were a wee child.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
