Julie Unruh
Bio
Julie Unruh grew up in Montezuma, Kansas. She is a human and animal rights activist living in Lawrence, Kansas
Stories (13/0)
Fortitude
“I will never get there,” as she read those words, feeling that they were directed at her. She imagined that she would never get to breathe in the exotic fragrance, touch the artifacts, or see the beauty in simple things no one pays attention to anymore. Like smelling the air in the Sistine chapel, see the sun coloring the sky with its beautiful hues as it slid slowly to bed behind the pyramids, visiting the mysterious books in Alexandria’s remaining library, smelling their souls as she turns the pages of parchment in awe of the foreign words.
By Julie Unruh4 years ago in Poets
continue of Bitter Kiss
. . . she did the first time she saw him. She was the only friend the young boy had, the only person who gave him love. Days flew into weeks, and months turned into years. When the man would come home late from a night of drinking at the pub, the child laid in his bed unable to sleep, only hearing the muffled cries of his grown father. He could hear the sweet confronts his mother tried desperately to offer to her husband, though he wouldn’t take any. Sometimes the man would push the wooden door open, yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs. He didn’t understand what happened. What went wrong? This terrible demon child could only be a curse from God, that could only fall upon the womb. The hurt child stared at the darkness in his room, as he heard what his father said, he pictured the man staggering, swaying drunkenly, pointing a finger at the child’s mother, while these vile things slurred out of his mouth.
By Julie Unruh4 years ago in Families
Living with a Disability During COVID-19
Living with a Pandemic During COVID-19 Since the first day of lockdown, well I self-quarantined maybe three days before the country or state had a mandatory lockdown, I have kept a journal, counting the days of lockdown, number of people who died from this virus, would I call it a disease, or the flu? People often said that it was very similar to the Spanish flu. I just left it at that, didn’t feel like going into a deep discussion about the difference between the Coronavirus and the Spanish Flu. I kept track of all the laws #45 had passed, I will not use his name, like making the pesticide that killed the bees legal again, what law he proposed but got shut down in the Supreme Court. But, truthfully, I missed spending my afternoons in the laundromat:
By Julie Unruh4 years ago in Longevity
Bitter Kiss
In a large city, where glass skyscrapers make up the sky, the smell of smog is the only scene for miles, and you do not know anyone except for the unfamiliar faces walking down the street. There stands a desolated brick building with empty windows and a broken door. Within this building on the fourth floor in a small room sits a man in his mid-thirties, through his face assumes he is much younger, his hands fold over a leather-bound book, that sits on his blanketed legs, he has chestnut hair, raging hazel eyes, and soft pink lips.
By Julie Unruh4 years ago in Humans
Living with a Disability During COVID-19
The year was 2002, I moved to a very populated, busy college town. I lived with family members, who had bragged that this city made many opportunities for someone disabled, someone like me. Though when I first moved here, they tried to hide me.
By Julie Unruh4 years ago in Longevity
