Katherine D. Graham
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My stories usually present facts, supported by science as we know it, that are often spoken of in myths. Both can help survival in an ever-changing world.
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Music's charms . Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
I wake up in the silence of an early spring morning and hear white noise humming at different frequencies. The radio turns on. I remember my first clock radio. Programming a device, that avoided winding up the Big Ben alarm clock and listening to the clang, was a revolutionary concept. Local radio stations played repeating sets. They inspired a subconscious education and established local cultural norms.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Understanding
We had been married for years, before our cultural differences began to surface. When we were courting, our love accepted the differences of colour, economics and religion, but over the years, the attempt to ‘blend’ and create our own ‘culture’, had given rise to problems that were not atypical early in marriages.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
The Cephalophore's message
My dears, Do not be afraid of your unique self. If you are overwhelmed, self-soothing through addictive, excessive vagus nerve stimulation that promises connections, doesn’t work. Technology uses algorithms to manipulate beliefs. You are not smarter than ever.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Planar Reality
Damien wiped down the seat belt and head and arm rests. Since COVID, getting on a plane required a new ritual. After stowing his backpack, he sat back. Damien became familiar with the arm controls and adjusted the screen. He looked at the flight path. It was formed from a dissipating thread of jet trails, forming the treasure map that led to the dreamed of promised land. He had worked hard to be worthy of the dreams he had once imagined.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
To be, or not to be.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Magnified bits and pieces of a face formed within a kaleidoscope of spinning reflections upon splintered glass. The shadows changed the neutral beige into various shades of yellow, clay grey and moss green. Cold heavy clouds pressed down. The rains started. After three years of drought, everyone was still complaining. The parched land would not let the water permeate. There was flooding. The memory of former floods brought a wave of anxiety, suffocation, drowning. Gulping air through my mouth, my senses became sharp. I saw a bluish tinge. It signalled the beginning of the end. Most people shrug their shoulders in resignation, but I was prepared.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Horror
A tall tale of a talking cat
Daisy was born on a farm, adopted by my mother and bequeathed to me. Daisy held the familiar presence and caring spirit of my mother, offering support to manage thoughts, feelings and relationships. I was pleased to please her. Daisy knew how to sweeten the kitty. Cats have a righting instinct, which allows them to turn, while in the air, so they can land on their feet.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Ed You Cater
Watching Mr. Ed, the Talking Horse, on television as a child was a significant step in realizing my calling to learn how animals talk. The series was popular back in the day when were few televisions in homes and fewer programs to watch. I appreciated seeing human traits assigned to this smiling beast. Now hold your horses. Don't judge a horse by its saddle. This was a story of an educator. Mr. Ed presented a model of how deep interspecies relationships can cater to specific needs, and provide spiritual nourishment akin to that of a master teacher. Mr. Ed recognized, " It's bigger than both of us." As Marshal McLuhan says, "The medium is the message." A good horse is worth its fodder.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
A Dream Weavers Sleep Spindle
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The rotation of the earth opened the doorway to the eternal enchanted land of an early spring's night dream. The gap channeled tones of the music universalis that promoted a state of balance, harmony and rhythm.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
