Kylie Hunnel
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I like to write for fun, so please read my stories! I am very open to feed back, the great thing about writing is that you can always learn new things and get better.
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The Deep of Night
Cameron was never really much into going out on the weekend, she was more of a, stay at home and watch a movie then make dinner type of person. Even then she had some how found herself getting ready to go to a party with her college roomate Sandra. Sandra was very out going and she and Cameron had been roomates in their little on campus apartment for three months. They got along well enough. Cameron would usually join Sandra for lunch in the cafeteria and they would sometimes walk to class together, maybe go grab a coffee on the weekend. But Sandra never considered Cameron as a friend she thought of them more as aquantinces that happened to live together. Cameron on the other hand didn't go out much so she considered Sandra a close friend in the college world. Sandra had invited Cameron to a party out at a friends cabin where they had a hot tub and privacy to do whatever they want. Cameron was nervous to go to a party, she hadn't really been to one before. Sandra was hoping that Cameron might make some new friends so maybe she could get out more with other people and not always ask to hang out with her, She thought it was annoying.
By Kylie Hunnel2 years ago in Chapters
The night on the Train
The sky was grey, water filled the air in tiny specks; the cold made Frances's cheeks a rosy color and the water felt like tiny pinpricks upon his face. the light from the city nearby reflected on the clouds in such a way that it made the sky look as if it was on fire. Frances wrapped his scarf around his mouth and nose and began his walk back to the train station. He just loved to come outside the city and see the views every once in a while. no matter the weather.
By Kylie Hunnel4 years ago in Fiction
No Longer Homeward
Moving on, Moving out leaving home, far away. in bed I lay, thinking back to when I was home. Home, what does it mean? a place you feel welcome, a place you belong, a place where the people you love reside? maybe, maybe that is what home means. But what happens when the people you love are scattered far and wide. The people you feel safe with are all in different realms of life. So very far from on another, Including myself. I took myself away from home. I tore away from the comfort and the love of many. Only to replace that love with few. Sometimes the few need you more than the many do. leaving home, running away is how it feels. Moving one without ever really moving on, leaving while still forever holding the ones left behind in your heart. Hold the memories so gently, as if they might might crack and fly away like sand in the wind. Still keeping in touch. But it isn't the same. It won't ever be the same as before. I have left, I have moved on. But my heart, it never will.
By Kylie Hunnel4 years ago in Poets
Quinnie's Days part 1
Quinnie woke up in her childhood bedroom, though the room had none of the things it used to when she lived here fifteen years ago; well except for the old and worn mattress that she hadn’t bothered to replace. She sat up, the sun was shining through the blinds, it was six a.m. she sighed, unhappy that she had woken up so early when she didn’t have to be awake for two more hours. Knowing that going back to sleep would make her drowsy all day she stood up and stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. The floor was cold on her bare feet, “I really should get carpet”, she thought, as the cold made her feet ache. The house was quiet, she lived alone here with only the ghosts of the past memories in this home.
By Kylie Hunnel4 years ago in Fiction
