Sawyer Kuhl

Joined January 2023

48 stories

Bio

Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.

Stories (48)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

The Snow Day
She opened her eyes. 8:30! Why didn't mom wake her? Wait. . . She dashed to the window and peeked through the blinds. The backyard was covered in powdery whiteness.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Fiction
Those Fools Will Never Find Me
They'll never find me. This drawer is a death sentence. There's all sorts of crap in here. None of it is ever coming back out.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Fiction
Zebras Can't Change Their Stripes, But You Can Always Get Better
Always look both ways when you cross the street. Believe. In yourselves. In each other. That there's good in the world. Care. Care about whatever you want, but be passionate, not indifferent.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
The kids in my class
Andrew. ADHD. Athletic. Brynn. Bitchy. Camryn. Chill. Can't count. Doug. Dense. Doesn't do didley. Ethan. Everything's easy.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
Happiness Illusion
After Death. Before Life. Chaos. Don't you know it's all the same? Everything is nothing. Finite thinking Gets you nowhere.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
The Girl of My Dreams
"Do you want to dance?" "No way." She laughed, ran away. She danced with him though.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
The Funeral Director's Mistake
"How's your mom doing?" "Um, this is her funeral." What could he say then?
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
When Mrs. House Introduced Herself at My Front Door
"Mary House," she said. "Thank you!" I replied with pride. She dint mean Merry.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
A Quiet Saturday
Buzz! My phone skitters across the countertop. Who's texting me now? The ding is extra loud because I'm listening to a podcast through my earbuds as I do the dishes.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Fiction
Hello Mr. Alien, and How Do You Do?
Greetings, greetings, so glad we could meet. It’s a little bit strange, you right here with me. You must be quite tired, but don't take a seat.
By Sawyer Kuhl2 years ago in Poets
Why am I so Easily Distracted?
Disturbances. Everybody is always interrupting me, asking for something or other. I don’t know where your sneakers are. They’re most likely in the last place you left them.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
My Music
Good Lovin’ by the Young Rascals One of my favorite childhood memories is driving around with my Dad on Saturday mornings as he did his errands. My brother and I bouncing around in his old pickup truck. He used to play the big chill soundtrack so all of those songs remind me of spending time with my dad and brother as a kid.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Beat