The Kind Quill
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The Kind Quill serves as a writer's blog to entertain, humor, and/or educate readers and viewers alike on the stories that move us and might feed our inner child
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The Dark Dream of Terror
I fall asleep separated from life. A Dream usually becomes a possible reality with the truth hidden inside. The journey that will soon bring chills. I was headed back to maybe a friend's place. My group of people was split into 2 groups. I was with the first one and the second was behind me. All of a sudden I hear words from a distance as if they were spoken to me. “Do you wanna fight?”
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Horror
The Demon of Jealousy
The pain of jealousy holds a sad end. Makes you wish you were experiencing things with someone when it seems so easy to hang out with them. That feeling inside that shows up as loneliness or the fear of missing out. The idea of you working when the people you know are out enjoying life with people (or themselves). The hole that you put yourself in knowing that you could have changed parts of your life so you can possibly enjoy your own time with people. The fear and anxiety build up like a pit in your stomach. Jealousy is not about the other person whether it is friends or family. Jealousy is derived from the insecurities you find within yourself.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Motivation
The Journey Ahead
For those whom are reading this, thank you. It’s taken awhile for me to come to terms with the past like many of us that has done the same. So many of my decisions has been left for others to make. So much effort that I made to others as if to make a big investment in hopes to wrap the benefits in the end. Concluded with myself that all of the work that’s out onto others will turn out better for us. People matter because I didn’t. For a time there was so much that was affecting the results of my labor. What mattered to others is what mattered to me.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
The Bionic Drama Lab
Passing through this life so high, unable to touch the big blue sky. In and out of this life of mine, drama always happens when I’m persuaded by a fun coworker of mine. Like a microbiologist I work on the insides, looking for a trench of darkness that I cannot hide. Hidden in plain sight with no arms to bear, a constant fight by telephone forgetting who said what, wear.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Fiction
The Sloth in a Blink of an Eye
Waking up to sloths. Lingering on the present confused on where to go in life. Seeing the future ahead of me but unknown to where to start. Results to distraction and separation from the world around me. Look through the phone in search for something motivating. Time goes by as the average person does, you struggle to find the push and drive to keep going. You look over the wants and goals that were created reignite the fire within yourself. No solution is built and the fire or motivation created only lasts for a short period of time.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Confessions
The Mind Hack of Being ok
When the rainstorms down and you are left in silence. Nothing but the boom of the storm and the honking of the cars. You lay at your little desk. An office of some sort. Ponding the boredom of life. Here is where it’s easiest to fall. So quick to cater to negative, intrusive thoughts. Being ok feels like you’re doing nothing. Doing the minimum or staying stable. The urge or lust for more also creeps up. Sometimes it does it at an enormous rate. Looking back at past experiences for no reason, remembering old fights that once made you mad. Opening up wounds that were already healed. All these possibilities and then some and for what, because you can’t handle the act of being ok.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Confessions
The Double Sided Leo
Like a psycho down the street, I fight with myself for supremacy. Constantly feeling like life is only worth the people you’re surrounded by. Struggling for content in self I become an imposter of my immortal being. Fighting for dominance my brain overworks itself to burnout resulting in a drained vessel. Drained of drive, drained of life. You fight through the pain in hopes it flies away but as Kirby turned to stone, it drives you down to the cobblestone. You get lost in individuality where medication and people, constantly reminding you of who you are and exposing what you lack.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Futurism
A Family Mystery Uncovered
A family mystery that has just been uncovered. during a Sunday memorial with so much to discover. The passing of a sister who's the glue to them all now stays planted in the ground, like wallpaper on the wall. Left behind is a notebook full of demand, a secret for the family left with a marathon man. A lover she held close to keep up with most, of the stress and drama from a family that never loved her. The marathon man ready to tell the truth, that the sister isn't who she's said she is, that she is a sister of two.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
The Guys in Suits
The guy in the suit that lies and waits, looking for tenants to make a mistake. Making a list and checking it twice, until the day comes, to prove if they’re naughty or nice. up and down the elevator goes, we deliver items, mail, food – and people too. Some are nice, some are sneaky, and some just needs a really big binky.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Unpridful Memories
A cat as black as day, with eyes as white as snow, cuddling and charmed with affection. Held on tight for support so much love and care with the humans that lay besides the black hair. Thoughts of you remain that becomes so dormant. Selfish lies with a turtle bye, you left a memory with visions of a never ending lullaby.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Prideful Beginnings
You speak, but nothing is registered. As if you're being ignored or pushed aside. Small conversations are made to pass the time but soon becomes lost in translation. You were talking as if nothing happened but now questioning if you will be heard or not. Will the thing you said be understood? All the time wasted to build up what was believed to be happiness. Rules to change along the way & now being closer than before feeling like you've been used all over again.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
Happy Times
I remember how you looked at me. Eyebrow raised and a cheek lifted to give a subtle smirk. The feeling you get when you’re around me. The safety and peace of just being there. Traveling to distances far and wide for experiences that brings you closer together.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
