KJ Aartila

Joined March 2021

297 stories

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A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.

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...promises of ponies.... Content Warning.
… with promises of ponies … In exchange for my silence, you promised me a pony. *** Although you never did buy that pony, (thank god for that),
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Distorted Vision
Dread fills my heart as I check stats and unearned financials. I console myself by scrolling Social media, following trends,
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Genetic Heist
With the brute strength of a patriarch, you took over my genetic code, insidiously twisting, turning, hiding until the time was right. After years of silence, you punched through with a scream. You remain an unwelcome guest.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Tunnel Vision
Damp and dark inside the walls: I lay on the dirt bed you made for me, when I dared Shift my eyes away from you for a moment
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Beat the Clock
When we walked through the old barns at the back of the run-down track, my eyes set-upon a chestnut mare. On her stall, hung a sign warning handlers of her habit of biting. (I often felt the same.) Labeled “mean,” the horse was destined for the slaughter pen.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Perfection
Delusional În Striving, Toiling, Reaching, Aspiring, Compulsively Terrified, Intent - Obliviously Non-commital.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Arsonist
Dancing around the ring, glistening in the firelight, I burned you, with my spark. Seduced by my twirling skirts, you travel
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Lost in Distraction
Dancing in the dark, Iridescent moonlight reflects the Sadistic look in your eyes. Thinking I see love, I Reach for your heart
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
I Am a Writer, Not a Baker
My life started humbly to fall apart, when my writing refused to do it’s part, “You can’t make money from written art.” ***
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
Smoke and Mirrors
“Miss Saphyre Williams, come to the office, please.” The entire class looked up to where the voice boomed over the loudspeaker, then they all looked at her.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Fiction
Falling
Doubting myself again, I must think about Something else entirely, this writing Takes a lot of effort. Riding horses takes a different kind,
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Poets
An Aquarian Journal Regarding Blame
“Did anyone ever tell you, you have a hyperactive sense of responsibility?” - Probably not an exact qoute, but one of my favorites from the Jesse Stone movies. It struck me.
By KJ Aartila3 years ago in Journal