Kristen Shea
Bio
Part-time author. Full-time goddess
wrapped in a mortal coil but not faking
the whole "human" thing very well.
Stories (5)
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Gabriela
He wasn't sure if this was more or less comfortable. On the one hand, he felt restricted, claustrophobic, and a little lost. On the other, he felt less judged, just one of the crowd, nothing special about him. For decades he'd been the one attacked, verbally and physically, for attributes of himself he couldn't control. But was it worth it?
By Kristen Shea3 years ago in Fiction
Song of the Fallen I
It’s funny — the way nervous can grow on you. In you. It crops up innocuously enough at first when you’re peeking down from the branches of a tree you shouldn’t have climbed or you’re sneaking out of the manor past curfew. Nervous is only an echo then, the fingers around your throat spectral. You spend a moment on panic; you pause; you push through it.
By Kristen Shea3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Magic of Little Red Strings I
The post-humours screening should have been quick. “No, there’s nothing wrong with my bile. No, no contact with demons. No, I don’t feel unluckier than usual. Yes, I’m absolutely sure about the demons.” Not that her answers changed his diagnosis.
By Kristen Shea3 years ago in Fiction
