Dimanche Fille
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Tension slowly eased out of my shoulders, and my toes dug deep into the warm sand. My toes dug deep into the warm sand, My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes. My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes, Filling it with the sounds of the the rushed tide. Filling…
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I walked into the house and I immediately felt at home. There were cracks running all along the walls from the floor to ceiling, the air was thick with the smell of mold seeping through the floorboards, and I noticed paint chipping away on the walls that were covered in yellow and brown spots. It…
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But first, we need to finish two thousand nineteen. Doesn’t it give you the chills? We’re only 19 years into the the 21st century – we’re such babies! In less than a year we will be in the 20s again. Just like some people back in 1919 thought, and in 1819, and in 1719, and…
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I imagine if I were to ever take drugs, I’d have similar visions that come alive in my dreams. This is why I don’t do drugs. During my childhood, my Mom had always enjoyed having life-sized dolls placed in various rooms. They would either be sitting innocently on armchairs or creepily standing in corners. I’m…
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Sipping on wine and setting up this game. Then you come along and announce your name. I am offended by your confidence and ashamed of your stance, And that was my judgement at first glance. Yet upon another, Your eyes tell me this is where kindness dwells, And the deeper I look, the more my…
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It was a shabby apartment, but that isn’t why I left him. I looked around our small studio and stared at the once vibrant paisley wallpaper. Now faded and torn, it exposed a dirty green wall that probably once lit up this room with the sunlight. I imagine it became dull quite quickly. I looked…
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I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,…
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Her mother hired me. She was a put-together woman- successful, polished, proper and kind. I met the Father once. He seemed sweet but then again, I only saw him that one time. I approached their massive and elegant house the first day, looking for the side door they said I could enter. Their Airbnb guests…
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I do not ever dare lie next to him, Unsure of the events to soon follow. My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim, My heart for him is nothing but hollow. Yet he makes me genuinely smile, And my laughter derives from purest joys. Not having known him for a long while, He…
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I read almost 50 books last year. Yay me! I think it would be proper to share my favorites. I rated the books below 5 out of 5 stars, which means I thought they were exceptional and worth reading again. They fall across various genres, so hopefully one or more spark an interest! There will…
Simply Kayla 