Kayla Holyoak Avondet
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A New Perspective
Nights like this, I wonder why people ever decided to sleep while the sun is down. There is a full moon, and it reflects the silhouettes of trees and rocks. Freshly fallen snow glitters like stars. It is a lovely distraction from the thoughts that keep me awake at night. My heartbeat is synchronized with the rhythmic sound of crunching snow beneath the horse’s hooves. It looks like light ahead, but I have lived in these woods long enough to know better. It is a clearing. A plain of snow reflects the moonlight, making it glow against the contrast of the dark, thick woods. The trees begin to thin, and ahead I see movement. Rabbits. They are leaping about. It looks like a coven of witches dancing around a fire. Their friskiness is an effect of the full moon. A flash of memory springs to the surface of my mind. It is my sisters and I dancing. I cling to the memory trying to bring more to the surface, but the vision shatters and I forget once again.
By Kayla Holyoak Avondet4 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Alter of my Bed
I have a new religion this year, I am the Goddess, and my bed is my temple. I resolve to adore myself, sleep long hours, eat delicious food and always follow my heart. I will be unchanged by those around me. I will know that I can worship and create regardless of the desires and beliefs of others. I understand that the god I have been looking for has always been inside of me and the things I have always wanted are well within my reach.
By Kayla Holyoak Avondet4 years ago in Humans
A Remarkable Moment
I was watering flowers on a hot summer’s day. A toddler with fat hands took the hose from me. Her black hair glistened in the sun. She crouched low to the ground, murmuring to the flowers she spilt water on. She looked up and tugged at my hand, she was amazed at the ants crawling through the peonies. A tickle removed her attention from the flowers, ants crawled across her brown feet. She squatted for a closer look. There was water all over the sidewalk, running in tiny rivers down to the road. Together we stomped through the water, tracking perfect impressions of our feet. Holding the hose, she reached with her free hand to grasp the running water. It moved easily out of her hand. She tried again, delighted with the waters ability to evade her. Determined to hold the water she clasped her hand across the opening of the hose. Like a glittering firework the water fragmented from under the grip of her hand. Water sprayed in her face and mine. She looked through dripping eyelashes to see rainbows hanging in the rainstorm she had created. She shrieked with delight.
By Kayla Holyoak Avondet4 years ago in Humans
Who Am I
A comet streaked across the night sky. It was Mother in her long white dress. She was out making deliveries. I was supposed to be sleeping, Mother had tucked me carefully into her basket. She sang a song that seemed to keep the other creations sleeping. I could not sleep. I wanted to gaze at Mother’s beautiful face. I wanted to see the stars we flew by. I wanted to dance to the song Mother was singing. I wiggled from my place among the other creations and began my dance. I heard Mother laugh and saw her looking down at me. Her attention felt warm and invigorating. I leapt into the air, again and again. To dance for Mother was a pleasure. I heard her gasp. The wind had swept me out of the basket and I was falling. I watched Mother grow further and further away. Her tears fell like rain, ushering me down to the earth.
By Kayla Holyoak Avondet4 years ago in Fiction
