Sawyer Kuhl

Joined January 2023

48 stories

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

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Certified Shitbox
It's got four wheels, let's call it a car. One door pink, one blue, tires covered in tar. The hood won't stay shut, the trunk does not close.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Give Me Back My Stick
Dopey and I are out for a walk in the woods. A new trail. It's beautiful today. A giant mess of sticks blocks the water in the brook we're about to cross. Water oozes through the stick mess, creating a gooey mud on the other side instead of the brook.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
The Old Shoe Box
Relics of the past, Meant something, to someone, once. Memories of love.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Prisoners of Time
Hindsight. Regret. Change. Undo, but it's too late now. Can't fix. Gone always.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Tick, tock.
Stop your ticking, time. Pounding my brain, ceaselessly. But what if you did?
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Rhythm of a Young Mother
I miss your cadence, back when you read to young me. slower than yours now.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Infinite Struggle
It started before, beats, marches, stretches beyond, into the abyss.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Addition by Subtraction
If walls could talk, would anyone even want to know what I have to say? Not these two, that’s for sure. They wouldn’t care. Mr. and Mrs. Millennial, waltzing through here like they already own the place.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
Unparalleled Awesomeness
I searched. Then searched some more. Exquisite perfection. Smooth and clean. It eluded me while others succeeded. Just out of reach.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
The Sea Turtle and the Labrador Retriever
They want me to write about an unlikely pair that meets on an island," Eve said into her phone after touching the accept call icon.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Fiction
Woman Overboard
“Please,” she gurgled. “Please,” “Let me touch dirt, breathe again.” The vast sea said “No.”
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets
Ashes of Guilt
Burn it, she crackled. Combustion. Bright, consuming. Licking. Melting. Gone.
By Sawyer Kuhl3 years ago in Poets