Kathryn Dorbeck
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My Relationship with Twilight
Like a lot of people, I love a good book: one that makes you laugh, or cry, or see things from a different perspective. One that spurs you to some sort of action. One that sticks with you long after you’ve finished reading it. For me, that book was Twilight. Now, before you go thinking this is going to be another ‘’Team Edward vs Team Jacob” type of piece, let me clarify what I mean. Twilight was my springboard that made me believe in myself enough to take that leap to becoming a writer.
By Kathryn Dorbeck2 years ago in BookClub
An Unpopular Opinion
We can manipulate the Kens and get them to turn on each other. Is this really the message we are sending to young women? That when a marginalized group tries to balance the scales (even if it is a bit off-base) we should beat them back down into place? Disappointing…
By Kathryn Dorbeck2 years ago in Critique
Labors of Love
When I was seven years old, my family moved to Switzerland for my dad’s job. Growing up overseas, we only got to come back home to the US once a year. After a couple times of trying to fly home to the Midwest for Christmas, we decided to skip the winter weather delays and visit over the summer instead. One of the things I always looked forward to was my Grandma Doris’s chocolate pie. That was my dad’s favorite, so she made sure to make it at least twice every time we came to visit. I loved walking into her little kitchen with the rays of sunshine beaming in through the curtains above the sink and finding a chocolate pie waiting for us. Despite living in a country that was known for its phenomenal chocolate, there was something special about her chocolate pie made with Hershey’s cocoa powder.
By Kathryn Dorbeck4 years ago in Humans
Technicolor Aching
Very seldom, if ever that I can readily recall, has a piece of art actually moved me to tears, but this picture had that effect on me the first time I saw it. Being a twin on my twin flame journey has been a gut wrenching – while simultaneously beautiful, inspiring, and soul shaping – experience, and this picture seems to perfectly encapsulate all of those emotions and my experience.
By Kathryn Dorbeck4 years ago in Humans
The Chirping In Your Ear
“Rich wankers, the whole lot of them,” George Patrick mumbled under his breath as he pulled another message from the outgoing message bin at the edge of his desk. His frustration had been growing as the evening wore on. He was quick on the wire machine, but with the machine being down the day before, clearing the backlog was proving to be quite the challenge, especially as the messages kept pouring in from the ship’s clerks at an increasing pace. He had been at it for the last two hours without a break. His fingers were cramping and his mind was starting to get foggy. He checked the clock on the wall. Only 8:45pm. It would be another five hours before the junior operator was scheduled to relieve him. Edward Flannery was a competent operator, but as a matter of pride, George wanted to clear as much of the backlog himself as he could.
By Kathryn Dorbeck4 years ago in Fiction
Wrapped in Love
Few things in life can compare to the warmth and security of being wrapped in the arms of a loved one. Whether that’s a parent holding their child close, or feeling the embrace of your lover, there is something inherently calming in that moment.
By Kathryn Dorbeck4 years ago in Families
The Bite of the Corn
Chapter 1 Tears streamed down my face as I ran through the corn field, the rough husks biting into my skin as I pushed through the shoulder high stalks. I hated this stupid hick town. I just wanted to finish college and move away for good. Now those dreams seemed to be slipping through my fingers. The sound of Alex calling my name was growing more distant. He was either looking for me in the wrong direction or, more likely, he wasn’t coming after me at all. Based on how our conversation this evening had gone, I doubted if he had tried to follow me at all. Probably just a half-hearted calling out of my name so that he could say he tried.
By Kathryn Dorbeck5 years ago in Fiction
