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Kate Landers grew up in the suburbs of Houston, but now lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee. She likes really clickity keyboards, iced coffee, and other people’s dogs. Most people think she’s alright.
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To be…or not to be…crude
They always say to be yourself…but what if you’re a foul-mouthed pirate?
Keep readingAm I a Writer Now?
Learning to self-publish sucks. But holding your book in your hands is worth it.
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Little White Lies
Craig suppressed a gag as Martha set the plate of broccoli casserole, her “specialty,” in front of him. “I made your favorite,” she smiled. “And there’s plenty more in the kitchen.” “You shouldn’t have,” he said, subtly leaning to the side so as to avoid the hot aroma wafting up.…
Keep readingTo the Woman Hiding in the Bathroom Stall
I have been you, many times in my life When I had no one to eat lunch with at my new junior high When I wanted to prove to myself that I was a rebel and I could smoke my step-mom’s stolen cigarettes in the Band Hall bathroom When my…
Keep readingAbandoned Spiderweb Still Catches Flies
I only think of you at times when I am too far away to do anything about you – The abandoned spiderweb stretched like a hammock between my ceiling and a door I never close. Sometimes on my way to the kitchen I look up and I see you’ve caught…
Keep readingLegs
I’m never going to forgive u. She hit Send, and as a second thought, quickly typed Hope ur happy. Then, before she could receive a response, she turned her phone off and set it on the bedside table. She closed her eyes and let her head droop for a moment,…
Keep readingOde to a Cold Toilet Seat
My daughter’s hair is slithering down my throat Her flannel nightgown is making me hot, and I’m pretty sure she just farted on me I gently grasp her around her rib cage, about the same width as a rotisserie chicken, and move her a few inches away, but she rebounds…
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