Katherine Elizabeth
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The Hunt
“Is he the one?” A old photo someone had found in his tent was all they had to go on, but anyone from the Collective would have recognized him….Marcin. He didn’t draw attention to himself, but he definitely wasn’t someone you could trust. He was the worst of us, Cas thought; exactly the type of person people would expect this from. Ezra looked solemnly at the picture and nodded. As dangerous as the insurgents were, defectors could be even more so. They had no allegiance and no protection. Mid-escape they couldn’t count on assistance from the insurgents and they knew their treachery would illicit no sympathy from the Collective. Getting out was high stakes. And if they were willing to risk everything for it, chances were they weren’t going to go quietly.
By Katherine Elizabeth5 years ago in Fiction
Yarn-Over Matter
Arts and Crafts have never seemed like a good fit for me. I have never been good at any kind of creative pursuit that requires sitting still or closely following instructions. My apartment is filled with IKEA furniture that looks like it was assembled by Picasso (this includes an armchair that definitely can’t be trusted and a bathroom cabinet I suspect will collapse like a Jenga tower if I were to ever breathe too heavily on it). I’m a chronic knee-bouncer with a short attention span, who will jump from one task to another leaving a trail of half-finished work in my wake. Loved ones will generously refer to me as a multi-tasker. In truth, this nervous energy is a symptom of my chronic anxiety, something I have struggled with since before I even knew what it was. Over the years many well-meaning friends have recommended a variety of coping techniques from meditation to mountain climbing. And one after one I have tried and failed; feeling a little more defeated each time. The number of adult coloring books in my possession with half-finished pages is frankly embarrassing. Long had I marveled at the artisinal projects of my friends and family; my mom has never met a Pinterest craft she couldn’t conquer, a number of my close friends are supremely talented graphic designers and photographers, and at family holiday parties there is no shortage of homemade jams and embroidered dish towels.
By Katherine Elizabeth5 years ago in Psyche
