Katelyn Hunt
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Author of Science Fiction & Fantasy . . . Dabbler of all genres!
I'm just a maker, inspired by the Creator
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Note from the author: Hi, I’m Katelyn. I am the creator of the series Truthful Tuesdays, where once a week I tackle a cultural or political topic and analyze it through the Catholic lens. If you are a born-and-raised Christian, new to the faith, or even a non-believer, I know this series will resonate with you in some way—good or bad, that is its true purpose! If you find yourself reading this specific article, you are in the right place; this is the first installment in this series, and I invite you to hitch a ride for my writing journey by subscribing to my page and finding me on other social media platforms (found at the end of this article). Now enough of my rambling—happy reading, my friends!
By Katelyn Hunt3 years ago in Confessions
Scales of Flame and Shadow
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, I thought as Ayana and I stepped away from our conversation at the tavern. But those men seemed to know a lot about them … thank the Skies that they didn’t recognize me, or they’d grill me with more questions than I could imagine.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Fiction
Muriel and the Merrow
My mouth was dry with the air of the sea, the kind of dry you can taste on your tongue. Mummy had allowed Liam, my younger brother, the last few drops from the canteen, though I was hardly bothered; I’d rather thirst than have my ears bleed from the crying of an upset child.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Shard of Damilla
“Alec, hurry!” I rubbed my sweaty palms onto my trousers, my heart climbing into my throat. “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying! This is not as easy as it looks!” Alec exclaimed as his fingers nimbly fished a pick into the lock on the chest. I scanned the cave around us, my very breath seeming to echo off the damp walls. All was silent—until the clucking of horse hooves pounded from the way we had come. The Ogarians—they’ve found us.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Fiction
Dear Younger Me
Dear Younger Me, Take a deep breath. Slow down. Stop the continuous worry about where your future may lead you. I know it may seem important, and it is, but worrying about the future will only lead you to miss out on the present. Of course, I remember the excitement that came with planning your one-day dog shelter and studying the anatomy of a dog at age nine, but do not stress yourself with unnecessary factors. When you push yourself to the fullest of your potential, always remember that joy and happiness must come along with you if you are to be the best you can be. So take a breath … the world is not going to end if you don’t know the step-by-step layout of what your life is going to look like.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Confessions
