Kat Averyheart
Bio
i love coffee and cigarettes. rain on the roof on a summer night. impetuous laughter and bad decisions. dogs that cuddle and run free. drinking too much and too little sleep. the manic cadence of conversation at 2 a.m.
Stories (2)
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Runaway
When I was small I would crave the silence of the woods. Inside there was all the fighting. My parents with one another. My mother battling her demons. My brother telling my mother he would not go to school, would not do his homework, would not take the dog out.
By Kat Averyheart4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Library
I stumbled and fell. The rain slicked, night dark streets sprawled before me. Behind me the bar was warm lit, cozy. I heaved a sigh and pulled my sweater close. Poor company though – sodden as it was. But November was like this and I resigned myself to being cold and miserable. I’d been here before. Somewhere beneath the haze and the vodka I could remember saying things I would regret in the morning, feeling the pellets of icy almost rain on my face. Chicago’s version of a hello.
By Kat Averyheart5 years ago in Humans
