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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Plans for the future is overwhelming. Ideas manifest and excitement progress. So many wants and not enough needs. SPREAD THEM OUT! Get them out of your head on top something visual. Somewhere you can constantly see, hear and visualize. It’s said to make it yours. Make it fun. Make it so you do what you need to do to manifest what you want. Yell it out loud or just write it in secret but having it like a phone in your pocket, will give the push to achieve it. Make it annoying, make it consistent. Keep yourself accountable.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
You
I want to tell you how I truly feel. You probably know but you will make your own decisions for the both of us. Decisions that will keep me guessing because I don’t know what you’re thinking. I don’t know how you feel and what you want. So much of me invested, I’m not looking for a savior but really a lover. A partner in crime to journey through this land of astonishment.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
The Traversed Heart
The body flutters with madness. Upon their touch, your mind races. A rush of adrenaline life you up shifting you side to side like a carousel you twirl around in Cupid’s realm filled with arrows where none are for you. A barrage of red and white swarming all around to find the hosts to enchant. For the time goes to where the heart is to overflow with excitement. The traversed heart sees but is unseen.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Gamers
Kingdom of Heart
Mind’s racing. Thoughts of wanting & reassurance. My heart so sure now so unsure. I’m reminded the reality of what is. Not feeling like the rest but unable to fall in line. Cant break free but afraid it leads to loneliness. Given a taste of what it really feels like. Don’t want to give it away, don’t want to mess things up. Stopped from going all the way but unaware of me going too far.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
The Lone Traveler
Traveling through space and time, I look through the skies to find what’s missing. A part of self that was trapped long ago, taken by a force that will never be shown. Fighting through dragons and dark creatures alike, the self survives from the depths of despair, and become the light. From the art of requiem, I wake to a cold front. Unknown to status of my being, I regroup into my own to travel on my own, without really leaving.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Pistachio Comes to Starbucks
What is Pistachio? Pistachio are seeds that comes from a tree that mostly develops cashews. Originally located in parts of Asia and the Middle East, pistachio is highly produced in Iran. From the plantations to the packaging. These seeds are mostly kept open in order for consumers to be able to get to the center. Closed ones similar to oysters & clams are not to be consumed due to health precautions. The production factories filter out them so its great by the time it gets to you.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Feast
The Shallow Journey of Self
I walk along this shadow of self. Searching for the truth within myself. I look to find any proof of existence. Proof for myself to be. Guiding others is what’s my power is. To change negatives to a positive. Like a magnet that only connects to its opposite, I never see the palatine of itself.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Motivation
Mothers Special Gift
A cold late november. I just got out of work when I got the call. Fear and abandonment was on my face. I hop on the train and made my way to downtown. “Ugh! Why did they put her in there?” I said with disappointment on my face. You would think that I would be in horror or in disbelief, but this isn’t the first time that I have gotten the call of her in the hospital.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Families
Cabin Fever
Heart pulsing and head shaking. Derek drops the first aide kit. Panic with a side of dread fills his face. “Uh! Oh! Uh! Oh!, Uh! Oh!” Derek says. He calls out for their names in hopes of a response is made. “Charley! Demi!” No response. Laying in panick, Derek instantly regrets bringing his best friend Charley & his girlfriend Demi to A Cabin in the Woods.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
The CD Complex
It was dark. The leaves are blowing in the wind & the sound of whistling flows through the air. It’s mid-november & the trees are already losing their leaves. Like a dried up sponge, they shrink & break off to gather along with their leaf relatives. The moon shining brighter than normal, it lit up the space around the area.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
Demi & The Cabin
I wake up to sounds of bells jingling. I rub my eye to notice a black smear on my hand. I realize I had makeup on from the night before. "What happened" I said to myself. Looking at the time on the back of my door, I see an iPad on the back door to the bedroom. 12:30pm it reads. "Holy Pumpkins!" I have to get ready! I rush to the bathroom to wipe the makeup on my face off "Oh! I'm like the crypt keeper!" I said in a shocking & horror manor in the mirror holding my hands to the side of my face. I rush to wash up & get ready. Indecisively, I pick a color to match out my outfit for the day. "There's a lot of Halloween clothes in my closet now. I have to resell them. At the least, replace them with turkey clothes." I said with an eager look on my face. I take my orange & blue bag from the hook on the wall next to the entrance of my apartment & head out.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Horror
The Muddy Shoes
It was cold & wet. The rain had picked up with no warning. My shoes filled with mud & dirt. "When did all this rain come from." I said. I step on the mat while I take off my shoes in hopes to not further damage the carpet. "Do not put them dirty shoes over there!" Someone explained. "Put them in the bath tub Where you can wash them off & let them dry!" She yells from a distance. "Fine then MOM!" I said jokingly. Before I pick up my sneakers that's filled with mud, I rip off a some sheets of paper towels from the kitchen next to me to put under my shoes, not to drop any mud in the house. I progressively move to left towards the bathroom where the shower is. "Don't start without me!" I yell as I'm moving towards the bathroom with what supposed to be my black & blue sneakers I got from the shoe store not too long ago.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
