Kay Burwell

Joined June 2021

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Farewell
A long day has passed, finally in my house, And I look around at the boxes, my rooms quiet except for squeaks of mouse. For it's time to go pack up my things,
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Poets
The Future is Bright
I'm burning Rightfully so, seeing as the dragon soared through the clouds and immediately set upon tearing our ship apart. But you can see my distress as I was trying to save all our hard-working (and shapely) butts.
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bulls?
"Raging bulls?" "Raging bulls." Enistelle's most trusted advisor, Relan, confirms. That might be the worst gift anyone has ever given her.
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Fiction
The Marigolds
Trust yourself, and only yourself. That's what you learn from being a born and bred pageant girl. Everybody's just looking for somebody vulnerable to ally with. But as soon as you have no use any more, the knife appears. In your back.
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Fiction
Chomp!
Chomp! I finish my last bite of the salmon I grilled and pack the few things I have. And that includes a flashlight, a lighter, a box of matches, flammable things, my only other outfit, and a few knives.
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Fiction
She Thinks
Aza jumps from her perch on a tree and nearly breaks her ankle. She panics for a moment, a reasonable act, before realizing she hadn’t. Luck at its finest, Aza thinks, before unthinking it. Luck is not real Aza, she reprimands herself, it’s only for fools who can’t face the truth. But it is real. At least for her. Luck runs in the Caddel family. Not that she would know it.
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Fiction
Massive and Miniature
Bestla's large foot clamped on the side of the mountain. Or, more specifically, ice. Her heel slide as her toes tried to grab purchase on the high peak. She brought a sizeable hand to her face to wipe the mini-icicles from her long eyelashes. Once she saw the smooth side of the alp, she pierced her little piggies through the ice, finally grabbing hold of the mountain.
By Kay Burwell4 years ago in Fiction
Cause and Effect
All I get is the faint smell of chocolate and the WHOOSH! of something being thrown before the dramatically large and chocolatey slice of cake lands in my freshly done hair.
By Kay Burwell5 years ago in Fiction