Kimberly Stone
Bio
Whoever she thought she was now, she was content. Having made friends with all of her past aliases had finally made her feel safe. In the end, without the need to run anymore, she proudly planted herself in peace and her garden flourished.
Stories (4)
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The Soulless Season
Warm words, once fragrant and sweet... now have turned hollow and frostbitten. Beautiful blooms now grown over with thistles and thorns. Trying to speak my heart was painful. I had known her for as long as I kept track of time and now my mindless minutes are spent trying to escape her scent. My chest fills heavy with a toxic mixture of anger and remorse blended ever so softly with sadness as I trudge farther away without looking back..
By Kimberly Stone4 years ago in Humans
“How do you measure your value?” ~ Loretta Lynn
Imagine you're a bored little girl with nothing to do but stick different metal ball barring's in your ear until one is finally small enough to fit...and then it proceeds to fall deep into your ear canal and cannot be retrieved without a doctor. Or whilst pushing laundry through a motorized wringer, your arm goes catches and gets pulled through, what are the chances that while enjoying a wonderful day of sliding on cardboard boxes down a steep hill, slick with prairie grass, you hesitate in jumping off to safety in time and tumble and roll right on to railroad tracks and one of the spikes spears your leg? The closest doctor is over the mountain and across the bridge.
By Kimberly Stone5 years ago in Families
The Storyteller...
The last thing you want to hear someone you love to say is “I thought I’d have more time.” It is a sentence that carries with it so many different emotions. There are hidden tones of remorse, shades of regret, and more than anything a deep sense of fear for the future they didn’t plan on having. This is what happened to me this weekend. My dearest friend in the world sitting across from me as we went over the details of her recent diagnosis of stage four colon and liver cancer.
By Kimberly Stone5 years ago in Humans
"The heart wants what it wants- or else it does not care."
When a good friend of ours had a heart attack a couple of years back, my husband and I were stunned. Not only was this someone we hung out with on a regular weekend cook out basis, but he was just fifty-one! That was less than a year older than we both were at the time. It seemed surreal. I mean we were young still, right?
By Kimberly Stone5 years ago in Feast
