K. Wisendanger
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A literary architect who builds worlds with words.
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A Glimmer In The Shade
On a waning moon, the sky growls, and the clouds weep. There are no legs or tires moving about the streets. While sitting in my pick up parked in a cul-de-sack, I gaze at a house contemplating a plan to where my entry could not be detected. I turn off my wipers. I became mildly irritated by their sound, as they shriek. And then... I realized it was not my wipers that was causing the irritating squeaks. The window to the house was partially open. I hear continuous squeaks similar to rusty hinges on a door that creaks. I get out of my pick up, and neared the window and I peeked- but due to the foggy sweating window, there is only but so far my eye sight can reach. While peeping into the blinds I see red polished fingernails vertically maneuvering up and down a spine. A faint rainbow colored light trickled and glistened briefly. I felt compelled to discover what this mysterious glimmer beyond the shade.
By K. Wisendanger 3 years ago in Fiction
Gore-May
Gluttony, gluttony, gluttony ... I despise those with extreme intensity who lust food . My wandering eyes become focused. I sighted one man who has a firm grip on his cutlery. He consumes his food without a single intermission between every bite. I am amongst an enclave group of chefs who invite a handful of people to our secluded island every May. We encourage them to taste a variety of foods ranging from exquisite desserts, soups, salads, and elite entrees. After supper, there are those who return from where they came as we send them about their way. Then... there are those who are denied departure for our island, as they are forced to stay. Their departure is dependent upon their food consumption, alongside of the table etiquette they display.
By K. Wisendanger 3 years ago in Fiction
Trophy
Bronze skin, metal coated …. Who am I…? I am what you would call a trophy; a material reward for various skill levels, ranging from expert to novice. I am not limited to a specific form; I can be a ribbon, or a framed certificate embossed with seals and hooks on the back. Compare me to a woman that is hard to get; you will never win me if you lack determination. But, shouldn’t you always put forth your best effort even if the reward was not a trophy, or a plaque…? Is it me, or is it your talent that has led you to become recognized and noticed. I am not human, so I say, “How does it feel to be victorious?" The crowd, the applause, it looks glorious. Is it your talent or, have I made you famous and notorious?"
By K. Wisendanger 3 years ago in Motivation
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