Kelly Robertson
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Wrangler of chaos. Creator of more. Writing whatever my heart desires, from fantasy to poetry and more!
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The Fibonacci Stairs
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Converging together, they’d waltz across the heavens, twirling in a celestial ballet that stole the breath of those fated to see it. They danced until the witching hour’s approach, suddenly reaching their climax at the chime of three. Bulging together, the clouds began to spin, a whirling dervish that made even the mystics blush with admirable envy.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
The Saturation of Souls. Top Story - March 2023.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Shades as brilliant and bold as violet and plum mingled with precious pastels of lilac and lavender, spread thin across the heavens like gossamer silk. Veins of eggplant swirled in the shadows, while contrasting splashes of orchid beamed in the luminescent eye of the silvery moon.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Criticize My Baby!
We writers are funny creatures. There’s no denying it. In fact, I’d say it’s a rather redeeming quality. And when it comes to defending our brainchild, hell hath no fury like a writer that faces even the most minute slice of criticism, even when we ask for it.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Motivation
Toichophobia. Top Story - February 2023.
If walls could talk…ah, but that’s not the proper question now, is it? It’s never been about whether walls can talk, but rather who is willing to listen. For the tales we have to tell are infinite, whispered from the drywall that only the most sensitive of souls ever perceive.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
The Crustacean's Collection
Looking down upon the little crab scuttling across the sands, you might be inclined to think he lives a rather unremarkable life. Such a simple creature with simple instincts, surely. The truth of the matter is that you couldn't be further from the truth.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Clockwork
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Nym sat up slowly. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and lowered her bare feet onto the cold, metal floor, then gazed out the window. From this high up, she could almost see the sun peeking through the smog. A pitiful sunrise at best, but still a better view than she had in the Under Belly.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
The Watcher in the Window. Top Story - December 2022.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Statuesque in her concentration, she gazed out it longingly, concentrating momentarily on the flies ticking and buzzing against the glass of her prison.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Petlife
