Posts Tagged "kat howard"

Haruspicy and Other Amatory Divinations

by on Dec 3, 2013 in Short Fiction | 5 comments

I am not going to begin this story at the beginning. That would be the easy thing, and stories are not easy. Love is supposed to be easy. You fall into it, and what could be easier than to fall? Our early lives are written in skinned knees and scraped palms. We trip, we tumble, we fall. Easy. Falling, though, doesn’t guarantee someone will be there to catch you, and love, unlike falling, is not an activity that happens on its own. I have only ever wanted to be loved. But I am not going to begin this story at the beginning, not going to walk you through a litany of failed relationships. That could be anyone’s story. At least that’s what I tell myself — that everyone...

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Podcast #2: “The Face of Heaven So Fine” by Kat Howard

by on Aug 6, 2013 in Podcast | 0 comments

Apex Magazine is pleased to present “The Face of Heaven So Fine” by Kat Howard in our second podcast episode. Narrated by Lynne M. Thomas and produced by Erika Ensign. Download Podcast #2 (“The Face of Heaven So Fine” by Kat Howard) or listen using the player below. (5:46 seconds in...

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The Face of Heaven So Fine

by on Feb 5, 2013 in Short Fiction | 5 comments

by Kat Howard   There is an entire history in the stars. Light takes time to travel, to get from wherever the star is to wherever we can see it, here, on Earth. So when you think about it, when we see the stars, we are looking back in time. Everything those stars actually shone on has already happened. But just because a story already happened, that doesn’t mean it’s finished. **** Juliet was the bleeding heart of a story, made flesh and made gorgeous. She was all eyeliner and fishnets, the kind of girl who looked like she’d carve designs on her own skin, not because she was trying to hurt herself, but just for the beauty of it, you know? It wasn’t ever herself...

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Murdered Sleep

by on Aug 7, 2012 in Short Fiction | 3 comments

By Kat Howard Kora had heard the rumors. They were everywhere that fall, blown on the wind along with the golden fans of fallen ginkgo leaves. Everyone claimed to know someone who had been invited, though Kora spoke to no one who had attended. People told stories of masks and decadence, of a play that might have been a bacchanalia, of something that wasn’t a play at all, but rather an enfleshed dream masquerading as a drama. Of impossibility made concrete and stone in the condemned hallways of an abandoned building. The invitation arrived with the rest of Tuesday’s post, unstamped and unmarqued. Heavy, black stock, printed in silver-gilt, and sealed with bordeaux wax....

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A Life in Fictions

by on Oct 4, 2011 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

by Kat Howard He wrote me into a story again. I told him to stop doing that, after we broke up. In fact, it was one of the reasons we broke up. I mean, being a muse is all well and good, until you actually become one. The first time it happened, I was flattered. And it wasn’t like my normal life was so great that I was going to miss it, you know? So getting pulled into that world—a world he had written just for me, where I was the everything, the unattainable, the ideal—was pretty powerful. When he finished the story, and I came back to the real world, the first thing I did was screw him until my thighs ached. It was our first time together. He said it was the...

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