Alex Kelly
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I love to write short stories bringing intimate objects to life.
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I Was Natalie's
My home is the shelf, the cold, dusty, old shelf. It has been for quite a while. I sit next to nothing but a plastic bull won at the local fair. My porcelain skin is unable to feel the change of weather, unable to reveal the emotions hidden behind the glass. My life is a constant nightmare where you need to run from an inevitable evil, but your feet seem to be distant from your body. A constant nightmare where you need to scream, but your voice seems to have drowned in the pits of your soul. My life is an un-optional silence. No matter how much the desire to grasp onto my ancient friend grows, I will remain still. No matter the pain that I witness, I will remain in the shadows. Not by choice, but by design.
By Alex Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
Branches of Silence
My favorite part of the day is observing the deep emotions of those who pass by me. Occasionally, I will be ever so lucky to witness one who understands the importance of stillness, one who takes the time to be my companion, even if just for a moment. I admire people, I really do - their creativity, their ambition, their eyes who have seen so much. However, I do not envy them. I was made with a purpose and I’m proud of who I am. I’m proud of the care I get to show people. My branches bring shade on bright summer afternoons; my leaves bring art projects to imaginative children; and my massive trunk brings protection to the delicate.
By Alex Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
