Katanna: Fiction for the Masses

Chapter 1

            I sighed, remembering things from my past as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The earliest memories I had were short and fuzzy. Most were of my father and I, from a time where everything was perfect, when I could be myself and not be judged, when I felt loved… Before anything went wrong.

            One of the clearer images was of my mother and I sitting on opposite ends an old green couch in my bedroom; she on one end, and I on the other. Before she came i...

Chapter 1

            I sighed, remembering things from my past as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The earliest memories I had were short and fuzzy. Most were of my father and I, from a time where everything was perfect, when I could be myself and not be judged, when I felt loved… Before anything went wrong.

            One of the clearer images was of my mother and I sitting on opposite ends an old green couch in my bedroom; she on one end, and I on the other. Before she came i...