kayla painter
Bio
When I think about writing, I think about all the things I wanted to say that I couldn't communicate before. For four years I've my life I didn't speak, not sure if it was my autism or too afraid to. Writing is my voice and my passion.
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Life Inside The Lines
A cool breeze washed over me as I stepped onto the mountain's peak. It smelled of pine and musk from the forest down below. The rocks crunched with every step I took, thinking maybe this time. I’ll fly away. I spread my wings, imagining myself flying through the sky without anyone holding me back. No one would make me feel insane. Or tell me I wasn’t doing enough for the family.
By kayla painter3 years ago in Confessions
Sewing with Love
Sitting at the women’s workshop and looking at her designs, I felt a spark. The way she draped the dress over the table, looking for the tiniest detail of the colors and beading don't clash. She hand swen the dress, waiting for me to try it on. I waited patiently for her to finish. “Come here, my little angel” she would becken me and I let her help me put the dress on. “How does it feel?”
By kayla painter3 years ago in History
What Can Be Inspired By Reading?
I recently finished reading the novel ‘Circe’ by Madeline Miller. Miller’s interpretation of Circe's myths made Circe more relatable as a person. Someone more human than a witch or even a goddess. I think in modern times, humans treasure this more than some god-like beings that are cruel, mean, and selfish. It showed sides of what kind of life she had to deal with and the confusion she went through trying to understand it. I focused on Circe's self-worth as a character that is shown by her transition from an exploitative life to a compassionate life. When we first meet Circe, we experience the relationship she has with her family. The quote, “My mother whelped again, a boy. My father blessed him, but spoke no prophecy, so my mother looked around for somewhere to leave him.” (Circe, pg 27) This is the first time that Circe sees her mother not value her children unless she can use them. It is also the first time she asks for something from her mother, which is to take care of her brother. This proves that she has the Instinct to be compassionate towards others. But it also reflects the kind of life she wants without realizing it. Comparing it to how she raised her brother with motherly love of comfort and bring him a sense of wonderment to how she raised her son with fear and protection.
By kayla painter3 years ago in History
Greatest Moment In Writing
Being autistic in combination with boredom was always a struggle for me in my writing. I didn’t care much if I got a decent grade. I just got them done and moved on to the next one. The only one I remember enjoying was in 8th grade. My English teacher had us rewrite the ending of Call of the Wild with provided vocabulary to use. It was my first understanding of how to recreate the end of a story. I had to create other characters to add to the story and think about how they could help the main character by giving the story a happy ending rather than a sad one in the book we all know. But I wouldn’t say that was my most significant moment.
By kayla painter3 years ago in Motivation
