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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Lilac Scented Dreams
Phones ringing and keyboards clacking, Small whisper like chatter happening in the background. “Chrissy we have a new guy starting today, he should be here in about an hour. He is an intern so he will shadow everyone for a little bit to get everything covered. I want you to give him a tour and introduce him to everyone.” Said Dan with his hand on my shoulder and a creepy smile.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Shooting out of bed, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I feel my heart, it's pounding and I don’t feel ice cold anymore. That was the most realistic dream I've had. Craziest too, it felt so real, I can still feel the pain of the tree branches hitting me. Looking around and I see I'm in my dimly lit bedroom, with the door shut. Now that I think about it, I don’t remember getting out of the shower, let alone falling asleep in my bed. Hearing the faint singing of birds outside my house, I look over to my clock to see the time. Wow, I slept all day and night, it’s 7 am Sunday. Crawling out of bed as sluggish as possible, I notice that I am wearing my pink silk pajama set.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
Desert sun
Wandering through this desert, toes in the burning sand. The sun rays burning down on me leaving kisses upon my skin. Mirages of water reminding me of you. Throat dry aching for more than just water. My body shivering alone at night wishing for more than a mere blanket wrapped around me. Your smile shining through my dreams brighter than the morning sun, welcoming warmth but ending my façade of happiness. Hoping one day I awake you'll still be there. Alas dreams are just that. Unattainable hopes and fantasies. I don't want to wake if it's not next to you.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Poets
Murder in my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to kill her” pleading to the person sitting in front of me. “It just kind of happened, it started out slowly and then all at once. Before I knew it she was dead. I did it for Chole, you know? It was always for her. Love makes you do things that you never thought you would do. You can’t be mad at me, you understand right?” Like a scorned puppy for using the carpet for a toilet, eyes wide and filled with tears.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Beep. beep. Beep. Ugh, what the hell? It’s Saturday. Why is my alarm going off? What time is it even? Turning to look at the increasingly annoying sound I see it is 10 am. Not too early at least, I just don’t remember setting it. I do have to pee though. I crawl out of bed trying not to wake up the cat. Dragging my feet to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and notice my hair is sticking straight up and my face has marks from sleeping.. “ ugh I’m awful.” Seeing someone walk past the bathroom in a hurry, I freak out. I look to see if anyone is here but alas it is just my mind playing tricks on me again. I went to a therapist and they said I don’t have schizophrenia, just my mind playing tricks.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams.
“Don’t forget to smile today, hun, I love you.” A woman with black and gray hair smiles slightly. “I love you mom, I’m off to work, thanks for breakfast.” I kiss her small slightly wrinkled forehead on my way out the door of IHOP. Walking to my car I look around and realize how dead it is in this small town. 8:30 am on a Friday and there's no one outside, no matter where or when you feel alone here. Inserting my keys into the lock I see someone standing near the end of my car, I look up and no one is there. Unlocking my car and sitting in, I think about how messed up my mind is. I see people out of the corner of my eye all the time. Of course, no one’s actually there. Sometimes I think I can hear someone yelling my name. Even when I’m all alone. I don’t work far from the diner. Who am I kidding? It's a small town and no one works far from it. I turn on my radio to listen to my favorite podcast. The commentary of the podcast is funny and always makes me laugh, helping with my mood for the workday. I stop in the bathroom before going into the main part of the office just to make sure I don’t have food in my teeth. I looked in the mirror and my black hair that touches down to my rib cage was a bit messy, not too bad. My dark red lipstick was perfect. My skin was sun touched so I was a bit darker than usual. My dark brown eyes hovering over my eye bags, happily. As if trying to show the world my exhaustion. Walking out of the bathroom and making my way into the office. Today’s going to be a good day. I hope.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Fiction
