Kristina Brule
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I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have two poetry books and one fiction book published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am
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Dear Me
Dear Me: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let you down when you were younger. I’m sorry I made you feel less than, not good enough, and stressed out. I’m sorry that I failed you by not believing in you. That I let people talk to you the way they did. That I didn’t stand up for us. I let us be belittled, yelled at, abused, and used. I let us be neglected, starved, and scared. I should've yelled back. I should’ve protected us from those harming us. All the pain and misery you took will help you in the future, but that doesn’t mean you deserved it. Just because something made you stronger and smarter doesn’t mean it was helpful, worth it, or deserved. You deserved happiness and love. You deserved a fun, nurturing childhood free from fear and worry.
By Kristina Brule3 months ago in Humans
Knight vs Dragon . Content Warning.
“You don’t get it do you? All those times you lied to me, all the times you hit me, it built up to this. You deserve this. No one will be sad you’re gone. They all know that you are as big of a loser as you pretend not to be. It’s hard to miss the scent of the alcohol on your tongue, even your clothing. Sometimes even the scent of my blood lingers on you. I could make this fast and get it over with, but no, you don’t deserve that. This knife and you will be best friends while I take my time and savor this sweet revenge of mine.Stop moving, you're going to make me madder. Listen. No ones looking for you, no ones coming here, stop fighting. It took me a long time to find this courage so I will keep it for as long as I can. First I will start with your hands, the hands you used to reel me in then cast me out. One finger at a time. One, and two.Oh no you don’t get to leave this party early! You’re going to miss the fun part if you pass out silly! I have so much planned for us. You always said I wasn’t fun and I was too bland. What's the matter? you don’t like spontaneous and fun me? well Let me tell you a story of a young girl who lost her will to be fun. There's a twist to it though, While I tell you it, I'll carve it into your skin as well, so if they find you, they will also know it. Now, now, stop squirming, it’ll be ok. You can yell all you want. Hunny the neighbors are used to it, no one will come. Just shut up and listen. The more you move the more it will hurt, now don’t mess up my picture.”
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Fiction
My Love Letter To You
Sometimes I think back on my first love. The one that started it and ended it all. You know I should have seen it coming, the love, pain and regret. Even through all the hurt, I will still love you till the end. This letter is to you. I remember how it all started, how you came about. Here goes nothing.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Fiction
Love
When I was younger all the books, movies and songs had taught me that love is no matter what happens. That no matter how hurt, sad and betrayed you are, you stick next to that person, supporting them. You never give up on them, through thick and thin. I wish I knew how wrong they all were. How delusional and desperate they all were.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Confessions
Man on The bench
A rugged man holding a sign that read “need food or money” lies on a bench in the park wearing torn jeans, a high vis yellow shirt and boots all caked in dirt. A hat next to the sign is open with not a cent in it. He has nothing but a backpack and a blanket with him. The backpack substituted as the worst pillow. Staring off into the distance the man on the bench sees a young woman pass by who drops a few dollars into his makeshift wallet. He nods at her and smiles, she avoids eye contact and continues on as if he were not there. With a sigh the man sits up and grabs his bag. Unzipping it and shuffling through the few things in it he hears someone running towards him. An unknown teenager. He reaches for his wallet to put the few bucks he has now In it. As he reaches his wallet the teenager is next to him and grabs the hat and runs with all his money. Before the man could even utter a word after his initial disbelief the boy is gone, and so is his food money.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Fiction
The cat, the mermaid and the cave
Once upon a time there was a cat named Tom. Tom loves walking on the beach. The warm sand on his feet and the sun on his back made it the perfect place for naps. His belly was always full as he never roamed too far from his house, sometimes he would find fish in the water, no matter how hard he tried he could never catch any.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
