Kristen Ulrich

Joined May 2021

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Gentle Squeak
She sat on the chair, A squeak gently went in air, People then stared.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Giffriff
Patrick was in a state of giffriff. He felt that he had purchased just about everything for his girlfriend for Christmas. Patrick searched the stores up and down for her gift. He wanted to get her the perfect present.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Fiction
Tripping
He walked ahead, He didn’t see her big foot, He fell down so hard.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Kristen and Patrick
One late Sunday afternoon in August of 2063, Kristen and Patrick were sitting on a bench at SmithPoint beach. They were reflecting on their lives at 72 years old.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Fiction
Underneath His Hat
He took off his hat, There was only one hair there, It was long and black.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Horse Honor
What do I know? What do I see? An alien standing in front of me! In the middle of my farm, we find a horse, People rode them more, when they sent telegrams of morse,
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Years Passed
Now that I’m past thirty years, God taught me not to have any fears, My life has taken a positive turn, I’m hoping that I will no longer yearn.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Relief
Coming down from the climax of a movie, Placing aloe on a burn, Having an umbrella in the rain, Catching your breath after a long workout,
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Happy
Happier than Pharrell singing the, “Happy” song, Happier than us all getting along, Happier than two baby birds feeding,
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
The Immense Ocean
As I stand on the ocean’s shore, I know that I can see, Every grain of sand washed away, Smaller than you and me.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Poets
Blue Hand
One evening in the fall of 2017, I was eating at Applebees with my boyfriend at the time. I looked down at my right hand, and I noticed it was blue. I thought that I had touched something blue. Concerned, I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. The color did not go away. It looked like that part of me was dead, something out of a Frankenstein movie.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Chapters
Schroeder and Lucy
One day Schroeder was an adult, playing Beethoven’s fifth symphony on his piano. The year was 1973. He was reminiscing on his childhood and he said, “You know, I should have given that Lucy a chance. I love her sassy attitude more than I used to.”
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Fiction