Brianna Kot
Bio
I constantly make up stories in my mind and writing helps release all the thoughts that pile on top of one another.
Stories (2/0)
A Love Frozen in Time
I take a sip from my light blue mug filled to the brim with delicious hot cocoa and feel the marshmallows stick to my lip as the liquid burns the roof of my mouth. I breathe and watch as my breath mists over the hot beverage and floats up slowly to the darkening sky outside the window, where clouds cover the orange glow of the setting sun. I close my fingers around the edge of the mug, absorbing all the heat that I possibly can before I go out and face the harsh cold of winter. I take a look at the world outside my window and watch as the people of this small town hurriedly get to their destination while bundled away in coats and parkas. They briefly pause to nod their hellos and goodbyes to the familiar faces but continue marching along to get out of the cold. Scarves fly behind them as if they planned a cape to be a part of their wardrobe, and the tops of their heads buried into their hats, such as a turtle would burrow up in his shell. I can hear the crunch of the snow under their boots by just looking at the movement, and it brings me to a place of nostalgia. It brings me to a time of childhood wonderment as my snow boots crushed through blank, untouched fields of snow, marking my footprint as the first sign of life. I smile, thinking back to a time of simplicity, rolling my eyes to the many days when I envied adults and wished I was my own independent being already. God, I wished I could take it back and travel back in time to relive the golden days where my only worry was the homework assignment that had been due the next day.
By Brianna Kot3 years ago in Fiction
Little Brown Paper Mirage
I can't stop staring at it and it won't stop staring at me. I grunt, I sigh, I even yell at it. I had pushed it to the other side of the table where it feels miles from me, yet it is arm's reach away. I shut my eyes, push my fingers into them, and cover my face with my hands for a couple minutes. As I uncover and open my eyes, I let my vision blur for a few seconds, thinking it is gone, hoping it has left somehow. I imagine it walked out on its own, knowing I wasn't up to its games today. I also imagine it implode into a million cardboard and paper pieces. I start to laugh, but this feeling doesn't last long when I see it still there, watching my every move, possibly hearing my thoughts.
By Brianna Kot3 years ago in Fiction
