Karen Cave
Bio
A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing.
Hope you enjoy! I appreciate all likes, comments - and please share if you'd like more people to see my work.
Karen x
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PTSD from the inside. Content Warning.
Right, strap in, for more from the heart, stream-of-consciousness stuff. I warned you! I want to simultaneously get stuff off my chest, talk about something very serious, and also not overthink what I am saying. Because if I stop and think, I'll get scared, and not do it.
By Karen Cave10 months ago in Journal
Flower People!
“Oh yes!” the elderly neighbour said to me, beaming her beautiful big smile. “We are BIG flower people!” She was showing me some gorgeous flowers in pots. I can barely remember the names of most of them now, but I think she mentioned hydrangeas and kalanchoe, and pansies of the brightest pinks and reds. They are all so vivid and pretty. I brushed my fingers over dry soil, feeling the brittleness of it.
By Karen Cave11 months ago in Horror
The wonder of weird towns
I was out walking the other evening, on my own, with my walking stick that I occasionally use. I had an urgent chore to carry out, involving a pharmacy stop. And then I spontaneously, decided afterwards, to extend that walk to have a little girlie browse and also grab a coffee and just people watch.
By Karen Cave11 months ago in Humor
Completely on the fly (February). Top Story - March 2025.
How is everyone? How is life treating you? How are you treating life? It's finally February, and it feels like Christmas and the cold months are starting to slip behind us. I even bought daffodils the other day, when we were grocery shopping. The last bunch in the store. I love daffs, as they feel like the start of spring. I love the colour yellow. The sun has been shining too.
By Karen Cave11 months ago in Journal
A Miraculous Moment I thought Would Never Happen. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge. Content Warning.
I still remember the exactly moment this photograph was taken, when I was able to touch my baby daughter for the first time after her birth. I couldn't stop smiling, thinking to myself, I can't believe I have a daughter.
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Photography
Completely on the fly
Hey, person reading this. Yes, you. I hope from the bottom of my heart that you are okay. REALLY okay. I was so inspired by some other stories on here tonight, and I wanted to write. I have not planned this at all, and had no idea what to write about.
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Journal
Spire (Part 2). Content Warning.
(SPIRE - PART TWO) You move around the beautiful church, shafts of light pouring in through the intricate stained-glass with laser-beam intensity, taking Elaine around with you, pointing items of interest out to her, gesturing around.
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Fiction
Spire (PART 1). Content Warning.
(By Karen Cave, Claire Green, Yvonne Barnsley, Hannah Skinsley-Trowsdale, Kyle Carson, & Christian Grammer) You love to come back here, to your hometown, but only every couple of years or so. You miss the place in a way that an insatiable itch cannot be scratched, and when you scratch it, it only returns, stronger and more intense. But whenever you do come back, despite the beauty of the quaint village of Hunderton, you feel afraid. Afraid, in a way you cannot explain, or ease in any way. Time, even decades, does not ease this.
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Fiction
A Long, Slow Walk. Content Warning.
My legs are starting to hurt, and my feet ache. We have walked several miles so far, though it feels a lot longer. The people walking in front of me are starting to bow their heads from tiredness, and I desperately try to keep mine upright, whilst looking ahead.
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Fiction
