Marilyn Ketterer
Bio
I'm a recent CU Boulder grad with a minor in creative writing. Most of what you’ll find here is from the workshops I took in school, as well as some of my submissions to Vocal challenges. Keep an eye out for future stories of mine!
Stories (8)
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Spellsinger
Wind whistled against the cliffs of Molpe, accompanied by the echo of waves crashing below to create a symphony in the night. The tinkling of the windchimes hanging on our porch added to the effect, filling my ears with their lovely sound. I scoffed. Despite my natural inclination to music, I’d long since shunned any appreciation of song.
By Marilyn Kettererabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dream Weaver
The world was quiet when the Dream Weaver appeared. Stepping out of a pocket of the universe, he surveyed the glittering city below him with weary eyes. The car horns and city sounds were nothing but faint echoes in his ears. No, he listened for the sleepy songs of dreamers, everything else was just background music.
By Marilyn Ketterer3 years ago in Fiction
Bound by Fire
Smoke billowed from the small village like a dying breath. Imre circled above, his heart straining at the wreckage. The Ignis people were no more. Their alliance had been forgotten for decades, the land at peace, but when he’d received their plea for help he’d come as swift as the winds could take him. It would seem he was too late.
By Marilyn Ketterer3 years ago in Fiction
Portrait of a Darkened Soul
The door was propped open, beckoning passersby to enter the inky otherworld that it guarded. Phantom hands gripped me, pulling me toward that gateway to hell masquerading as a house of mirrors. They tied a ribbon around my core and tugged me closer. The feeling was nauseating, and yet I couldn’t turn away.
By Marilyn Ketterer4 years ago in Fiction
Toxic Oxygen
When the New Order rebuilt the world one hundred years ago, they forgot one important fact. Evolution is inevitable. It is that simple fact alone that allows me to see what the rest of the world cannot, that we are slaves to the government. That the only reason we have avoided another war is the toxins they pump into the air, clouding our minds to follow them blindly.
By Marilyn Ketterer5 years ago in Fiction
