About the Author

Katerina is hopelessly addicted to stories. She loves to experience the stories of others and to create her very own. After all, all she is is a story.


Instagram

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ruins in the Pine Barrens

Image
April 20, 2017 Estell Manor Park THE RUINS OF a munitions plant lay hidden near the bank of a river in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. The plant, now only a broken shell of crumbling brick walls with empty windows and doorways, had once been filled with activity—as well as explosives—during the Great War. A century later, nature has reclaimed her land—but the memory of the past yet remained, ingrained in each leftover brick of the former plant. The nearby river appeared completely ordinary, flowing calm and smooth and blue—but, oh, what it must have witnessed over the decades, the centuries! The river watched as the munitions plant was built, brick by brick; the river watched as workers labored to birth deadly, unforgiving weapons; the river watched as the building fell into decay and the woods slowly but inexorably asserted their ground once more. . . . The ruins of a powerhouse and, beside it, a still-bubbling artisan well kept the former munitions ...
Read more

DUBLIN, IRELAND

Image
June 2017 THE wanderer spent her first weekend in Ireland in its capital city, Dublin. That weekend a Pride celebration just so happened to be taking place, and so the city was decked in rainbows. After a brief tour of some of the city, the wanderer found herself in the Leprechaun Museum. Going through doors and tunnels that felt like they belonged in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, the wanderer made her way through a variety of interesting rooms, including a giant's room (where all of the furniture was huge and you could climb up onto the giant chairs), a room with a cool digital map of Ireland, a model of the inside of an old Irish cottage, a fake wood with a well standing in the middle of it, and so on. The guide---or storyteller, as he dubbed himself---meantime informed everyone about Irish fairy tales and legends, referring to much the wanderer herself had grown familiar with in her weeks before coming to Ireland (mostly courtesy of W. B. Yeats's  Fairy and Folk Ta...
Read more

LONDON: Act III

Image
March 6, 2017 TODAY, THE WANDERER was going to Kensington Gardens. She could hardly believe that, less than a year since she had first read J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens , she was going to the place where, in the world of fiction, a baby Peter Pan was raised by birds and experienced his first adventures; the place where J.M. Barrie himself had wandered through; the very place that his brilliant mind had transformed into a magical world filled with fairies and talking birds and joyful children, a little Neverland in the middle of the sprawling city of London. For her, it was nothing short of a dream come true. The weather was gorgeous: no heavy coat necessary. Clouds rolled through the blue sky without threatening a drop of rain. The flowers were already in bloom, and even though it was only the first week of March, spring was in the air. "The Serpentine begins near here. It is a lovely lake, and there is a drowned forest ...
Read more