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Through a break in the trees, Merry could see the beach. There, moonlight skipped along the waves and with the trees’ shadows made shapes in the water. Merry began to name the shapes of light, a game she also played with clouds and rocks and broken shells. She saw a seagull wash in toward the shore, changing to a crow and a crab. A starfish formed, all silvery against darkness, and drew its limbs apart to avoid a horse’s hooves. The horse twisted in the waves and whinnied with the sound of salt water against rocks in a storm. It whinnied to her... -from Things of the Sea

Perhaps there is, in a sense, more of the credible in the incredible than we would like to admit. -Horace Beck, Folklore and the Sea, epilogue
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Things of the Sea

What’s at the end of the path moonlight makes on ocean waves? Meredith Lowell has been offered the chance to find out. But Ferris, who tempts Meri with gifts of rose-red seaglass, demands an exacting price. Meri refuses to give up her place on Mount Desert Island, where she housesits the old summer home she fell in love with as a child. Then, social-climber-in-stilletos Lee Sterling announces plans to take a sledgehammer to the lot, and Ferris suggests Meri has nothing to lose by accepting his offer: Nothing to lose, that is, but home.

Kristen is currently seeking an agent for her first novel, a completed work of magical realism that recalls Brunonia Barry's The Lace Reader, Joanne Harris' Coastliners, and Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys. For more information, please email contact@kristeneaton.com.

Short Stories

Kristen is currently shopping around several works of short fiction, including the two samples listed below. For more information, please email contact@kristeneaton.com.

"Walter Wells' Jig"

We all clapped until they came back on to play another set of jigs, and I tried not to look at the fiddler again. Instead, I looked at Johnny’s left hand fingers, crouched over the steel strings of that guitar like insect legs as they contorted into forms unfamiliar to my own non-musical hands. But I didn’t have to look Johnny in the eye to know that he knew who I was thinking about. Before going off to Boston, Johnny had worked at his father’s place, Walter’s Store. During those years, Johnny’s calloused fingers on my shoulder had saved me from swiping more candy bars than I could eat in a day. He’d come up behind me just when I thought he was way out back, as though he could sense when I didn’t have two quarters in my pocket.

A work of realistic fiction set in Sudville, Vermont, "Walter Wells' Jig" is complete at about 4000 words.

"The Builders"

    "...Rumors ran from these lads to the common people, who said the builders ate birds and used eggshells to mold clouddust. They said the builders plucked stars for lanterns and drank of the pools from which rain falls. They said the light of the sun had entered the builders' blood, and that was why the lads' skin glowed translucent."
    Every night I whispered him this story, and in the morning we ate breakfast and brushed our teeth, and as we walked to work our separate ways, the sunlight made its way through the towers to the streets as though through leaves to the forest floor.
    Until one day he said he meant to go back.

A fairy-tale-like work of magical realism, "The Builders" is also complete at about 4000 words.

Website Development

VaguelyBohemian.com: Resourceful | Green | Creative

A site exploring resourceful, green, and creative living, VaguelyBohemian.com guides you off the information superhighway onto the world wide 'wisping rune of a road, lazily carved on sharpening air.' For more information, including how-to sections, recipes, music and movie suggestions, and more, check it out.

The Talk to Strangers Campaign: Coming Soon to a Story Near You

The nascent Talk to Strangers Campaign calls for consumer awareness, independent voices, and cross-discipline collaboration in film, print, and performance. For more information, visit talktostrangers.org.