
Kristina Zill
Bio
She/her. Survivor. LGBTQ+. Polyamorous. Writer. Gamer.
Stories (20)
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Echoes of a Lost Age
The sun beat down on the dusty road, a relentless orb of heat. A lone figure trudged along, a wanderer wrapped in a worn cloak. The wanderer's name was Kael, a nomad with no home but the open sky. Kael sought knowledge, a quest that had led him to far-off lands and forgotten lore.
By Kristina Zill2 years ago in Fiction
Oceans
As I sit here on my balcony having a glass of vanilla tinted bourbon, listening to the deep, melodic voice of Grozav singing in the living room, I wonder if I made the whole thing up in my head, just to justify my theft and leaving. Sometimes I think that they never actually happened. That the copper and salt that stained my tongue and chest and the purple and yellow circles around my eyes were not the result of his fist connecting with my face. The aching, swollen, welts flushed with color were not a result of the whip's lash on my back. Why do we question ourselves when we know for certain that there were events which took place that changed us inside? Why do we simultaneously tell ourselves we are crazy and tell ourselves that we are not, that it truly happened? “Convincing myself I’m not crazy is driving me crazy”.
By Kristina Zill2 years ago in Fiction
Parisian Light
The mid-morning sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Montmartre as Anya, a petite woman with a shock of fiery red hair, adjusted the settings on her vintage Leica M6. A cool breeze tousled her hair, carrying the scent of blooming lilacs from a nearby park. She had traveled from St. Petersburg to Paris, seeking inspiration in the city of lights, hoping to escape the gray skies and political unrest of her homeland. The winding alleys, adorned with colorful flower boxes and the smell of freshly baked croissants wafting from quaint cafes, held a timeless charm that she longed to capture through her lens.
By Kristina Zill2 years ago in Fiction
I Wish I Knew
Trigger warning: Sexual assault, intimate partner abuse Why isn't it more well known that intimate partner abuse is a thing? Why is same sex sexual abuse, in any capacity, seemingly nonexistent? These are both topics I feel need to be discussed more. I wish I would have known that these things happened, and I also wish I'd known that I was dating a monster before I started.
By Kristina Zill4 years ago in Pride
Sour Lemons
They say that every closed door leads to an open one, or an open window. They also say that when life gives you lemons to make lemonade. What do you do with the sour lemons, though? What if the open door and window throw you right into a tsunami of shit that you never asked for? Then what do you do?
By Kristina Zill4 years ago in Humans