This has been a difficult week. I’m not seeking sympathy or pity, no. Just explaining why I’m not as active as I used to be.
This week I had to attend a funeral. Which made me think about the value of the time given to us. About forgivness. About death as a strange barrier. I’m still convinced that death is not the end. Not for the deceased one, nor for the one’s living on with the legacy the deceased has left behind. What will I leave as my legacy? A couple of online haters, that’s for sure! Maybe some friends. My children. Memories. My work. Whatever it may be, it’s important to remember the value of time. We don’t have unlimited amount of it. So we must use it well.
Not much flash fiction or poetry to share this week, but I must confess, I joined a writing project on Substack. The story will be heavy and romantic. I’m publishing it on July 5.
Sunset
Her blue eyes smiling, caressing my face with that naughty stare. Her soft cheeks blushing red from our wordless understanding of the night we’ll spend together. Her hair shining golden in the rays of the dying sun. I don’t know her name, but I know what she is. She’s the sunset.
After the funeral
Time has lost its meaning.
Sleep can’t help me,
Nor can food or water.
Look at me, I’m beaming,
Eternal glow, insanely streaming
Live action adaptation
Of me dreaming. A ghoulish
Nightmare. Close your
Tired eyes. This stuff is R-rated.
That’s no surprise. Exaggerated
Meaning of my words left
Me screaming - oh, it hurts!
How it hurts to become
A substance without meaning.
A pile of ashes. All that’s left
After the grieving.
***
The sky cried tonight.
Where do you hide
From all you’ve left behind?
See, it’s a trick of the mind.
The idea that you can escape
Yourself. The hours you cried.
The darkest times of your life.
It’s a part of you. You can run,
But you can’t hide. Don’t lie
To yourself. Accept what you’re
Made of. Maybe you can’t escape,
But you can create something new.
Something better than the old you.
Some news about what I’m planning to publish on Substack next week (if my online haters don’t get me cancelled!😂):
On Monday, June 17 if all goes well, I’m publishing the next chapter of my urban circus fantasy Cirque du Macabre 2: Cabaret Sauvage. All the previous chapters, as well as book 1 are free to read on my Substack.
On Thursday, June 20, I’m sharing another romantasy flash fiction from To seduce a scribe series.
On Friday, June 21, I’m planning to share the next flash fiction drabble from my Sci-fi series The Gravediggers of Orpheus.
On Sundays I share some thoughts, micro fiction and poetry, and news about
my mental statemy work I’m planning to share in the future.
No fantasy on Wednesday. Taking a short break before sharing the chapters of book 3 of my Lake Trilogy. I might share some surprise flash fiction or an essay if I have the time. Also, due to national holidays here and distant relatives visiting, I might not share anything in the week after. We’ll see how it goes.
Thank you for still reading my stories! I’m sorry for the non-fiction rants! I’ll shut up one day, and stick with fiction. Nobody likes people who ask too many questions and dare to question mainstream ideas.
Love,
Kathrine 🩶
I’m sorry for your loss. I see in the comments section that the person had done wrong by you. Even with forgiveness, there’s a certain dichotomy of feeling, I’d imagine.
We need people who dare to ask questions, Kathrine. Questioning everything, asking question can ultimately lead to truth. 🙏💙