…Naked, Exposed, and Waiting to be Read!

Welcome to the official website for author Krystyna Priscina Whitlomb, the pseudonym of someone too nefarious to truly name. It is intended that you find here samples, writing and publicly shared bemusements and thoughts to entertain, delight and intrigue.

Please use the text and graphic menu items to find more of what you’re looking for. Stories can be found here – the author’s autobiography information can be found here – and rambling posts about writing and all its hardships can be found here.

Were you looking for something specific? Please email the author directly at K P Whitlomb at gmail dot com

Thank you for your visit and for your future patronage. Art is meant to be shared, in all its forms. Creativity is merely the art of problem solving. Let’s get creative, shall we?

• Update – April 2024
  April’s ending is upon us, and even now the heavy blossoms of the cherry tree outside my patio doors are bursting forth. Their laden blooms break apart in the slightest rain and fall down to the grass beneath, littering… Read more: Update – April 2024
• Story – Like Fish in a Barrel
  “Wow…” Anne Slaughter darted like a rat under the huge black bomber ship despite how high off the hangar floor the ship stood, and headed towards the lowered elevator that had dropped out of its underbelly. Next to it… Read more: Story – Like Fish in a Barrel
• Update – March 2024
  Hello. I’m doing my best to focus on writing and not on allowing this wp to become too personal. However, I wanted to start sharing information so that when something really important happens, it won’t end up being my… Read more: Update – March 2024
• Story – Draw Down the Moon
  She breathed in the night, unseen and buried deep as the developing evening mist began to curl about the tops of the highest trees, the air beneath cooling slowly as the sun began to set.
• Story – Take it Back
  I adjusted my position on my stool, uncomfortable to say the least. This was not my type of setting anymore. I avoided dark and dingy night clubs like this. I hadn’t craved deep bass thrumming through my bones in… Read more: Story – Take it Back