by Katherine Villyard | May 7, 2012 | short fiction
I just used the desktop version of Write or Die to get my daily words in. It was a birthday present from my sister, and it was painless. The nicest part was when I started to sit around and ponder a name for a walk-on. I could stare at the screen and try to come up...
by Katherine Villyard | Mar 18, 2012 | short fiction
Have an excerpt: Rumor had it that the Mirosians worshipped some kind of monster as a God, and that he was to be a human sacrifice. Ted lowered his eyes to avoid glaring at the bald green glare of his captor’s head, and found himself staring at his wings...
by Katherine Villyard | Mar 14, 2012 | short fiction
I’m hoping this is close to the last draft of my bug story. It’s about 4800 words of insecty goodness! Um. Yeah. Trust me on this. Heh. In other news, I have a huge pile of stories that need to go back out because of commute hell. Maybe I should go do...
by Katherine Villyard | Oct 1, 2011 | selling fiction, short fiction
Yay! I’m really excited! This story took a long time to sell (two years, three months), and the rejections all said it was really good but not really something they buy. I never lost faith in the story, though, and am really happy that such an awesome place...
by Katherine Villyard | Jun 12, 2011 | short fiction
I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile, and it’s time to release it into the wild. It’s called “The Will of Venus.” It was a day that all young girls both dreamed about and feared. Mostly feared. Aelia Prima had done all the traditional...
by Katherine Villyard | Jun 8, 2011 | short fiction
Thanks to my sister for suggesting the title “In Sickness and in Health.” Robbie didn’t sleep, but if he did he would have been awakened by the sound of Lydia vomiting. It echoed all up and down the house through the plumbing. He padded downstairs,...
by Katherine Villyard | May 13, 2011 | short fiction
Go. Read!
by Katherine Villyard | Mar 11, 2011 | short fiction
You can either read or listen here.
by Katherine Villyard | Feb 27, 2011 | short fiction
Have an excerpt: Karen rolled her wheelchair off the elevator on the basement level, her laundry basket in her lap. Charlie, the cute guy from across the hall, was coming out of the laundry room. He was so beautiful that her heart skipped a beat as he held the door...
by Katherine Villyard | Dec 28, 2010 | short fiction
From “Saving Alan Idle:” In the beginning, there was darkness. And in the darkness were the words. And the words were, AI process starting.