Kiara Jones
Bio
I’ve been writing since I’ve learned how to read. I really enjoy writing horrors, romances, tragedies. Anything that allows my readers to step into my character’s place. I hope you enjoy reading stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
Stories (5)
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Swings and Roundabouts
My name is Jodi. Jo-jo to my friends. I’m in middle school and my life hasn’t been so great this last year. My grandpa, who has early onset Alzheimer’s moved it three weeks ago and all I ever hear him say is “swings and roundabouts.” Whatever that means. My dad remarried eight months after my mom passed away to a woman who I’m sure is a very nice person, but I’ve been working on my own important personal issues to consider what kind of person she really is. I already have to deal with my douche older brother and thanks to her I now have two new twin stepbrothers that irritates the living bejesus out of me, and I finally got my period and boobs. Shopped for my own pads and bras which was a horrible idea because the pads itch and the bras don’t fit. I’ve become a woman and no one had noticed. Not even Jonas Evans, a foreign exchange student from the UK. Perfect blond hair, blue eyes and bod. Dude is the sexiest teen alive since Ruel and he is one of the most popular kid at my middle school.
By Kiara Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Kristen’s Melody
Every day after the breakup Melody would find herself thinking of Kristen. Before her day ended, she craved her. She remembered her goofy laugh and saw her ugly smile. She’d reminisce about how Kristen’s cheeks rise as her lips spread flat across her face. She wanted to walk up to her, say hello, then kiss her tiny lips. But she didn’t. Melody watched from a distance and let her be. She only wanted her to smile. Intoxication by the effortless pleasures of living and enjoying life itself. Nothing left to do or say. So, Melody walked away..... she walked away from that stupid laugh and breathe taking smile. She left them behind the tree where she had watched Kristen from a distance. She pressed her lips against two fingers, leaving a kiss in the wind. The last kiss she’d ever give her.
By Kiara Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Alone Is The Loneliest Place to Find Yourself
I remember standing in front of my mirror. My soul heavy. My belly empty. My heart longing. I’d become different. I breathed in deeply. I breathed in troubles and sadness. Grief was also caught as I vacuumed in rage and strife. Then I breathed out. I exhaled and my breathe seemed to stretch and never end. Like someone pulling a rope with my soul anchored to the end of it and when there was nothing left I sank to the bottom of a sea of nothingness.
By Kiara Jones4 years ago in Poets
Stolen By Loss
Disguised as a dark shadow creeping into your home’s open window, suddenly you’re captured by grief. Then urge to weep strangles your every breath. An unfamiliar tingle of despair and loneliness grows in the back of your throat. It grows larger as you try to gulp it down with the tiny swallows of warm comforting whispers. Gasping for dear life, you reach out infront of you clawing for a single breath of ease. Tears start to bleed through stinging pain from holding back your cry as you suffocate on the reality of loss alone.
By Kiara Jones4 years ago in Fiction
