Kristen Haveman
Bio
A dabbler, a story teller.
Stories (32/0)
Unmei
Chekhov's gun. Nestled in my dad’s bottom drawer, Poorly hidden. I know the moments in my life are not literary devices, but it’s there. I can feel it, expectant. The hush before the boom, the yawn before sleep. But where to aim? At me or the ones who built me?
By Kristen Haveman12 months ago in Fiction
Priorities
Madison found a lump, and suddenly it was two. One in her breast followed by one in her throat. She probed at her flesh with trembling fingers, forgetting the steamy shower. Dismissing work deadlines that had badgered her thoughts just seconds ago.
By Kristen Haveman12 months ago in Fiction
Priorities
Madison found a lump, and suddenly it was two. One in her breast, followed by one in her throat. She probed at her flesh with trembling fingers, forgetting the steamy shower. Dismissing work deadlines that had badgered her thoughts just seconds ago.
By Kristen Haveman12 months ago in Fiction