A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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I don’t have attachments. No really, I don't! Not to physical objects, Not to living things. * My hair, for example,
By KB3 years ago in Poets
I can’t stop thinking about this song I heard on TikTok. With only 451 videos using this sound, I think every single one must have shown up on my for you page because I could’ve sworn this song went uber-viral. But alas, my algorithm just knows me too well.
By KB3 years ago in Beat
A jolt of energy bursts through my lungs. Gasping for air, I try to check into my surroundings. I’m right where I was when I dozed off. No big deal. My briefcase is to the side of me. My dark purple jumpsuit is still gripping my body in the heat. My hair is still tightly slicked back into a clean bun.
By KB3 years ago in Fiction
Between the window and its reflection The blank slate appears; fresh and clean. * But down below, things are as it was.
As my hands skim along my stretch stained thighs I see a glimpse of the girl who sat here One year ago Struggling to keep her eyes dry.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. All alone, Kira crept closer and closer to the tiny flame. However, Kira was hesitant. She knew that this was the cabin that belonged to the Young family.
By KB4 years ago in Fiction
Women are under attack. People with uteruses are under attack. The news this morning was more gut-wrenching than it was shocking.
By KB4 years ago in Viva
Peach Green Tea Lemonade The taste of middle school. The first summer of freedom. We would ride our bikes into town and stop at Starbucks to get a drink. We would sit outside in the burning sun, with the condensation dripping down our arms. It is still the only drink I get from there, especially in the summer.
By KB4 years ago in Humans
About a year ago, I published the article, “Painfully Beautiful Book Dedications,” listing some of my favorite author dedications.
By KB4 years ago in FYI
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she exclaimed as the wind rushed through her long golden hair, “They came after The Battle of Curado. So helpful, aren’t they?”
What happens Between the echoing silence And the long deep breaths When the world is asleep But we are awake Sentences running
By KB4 years ago in Poets
All too realistic? The School for Good Mothers by Jessamine Chan is a dystopian fiction novel surrounding the themes of surveillance, free will, perfection, and what it takes to be a “good” mother.
