Kahlee

Joined September 2017

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Kahlee has been on a mission since she was a little girl – to bring awareness of social issues through her writing. But don't be fooled by her serious subject – Kahlee knows how to keep things fun and quirky (sometimes).

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The Tragicomic Tale of Dave the Brave
There once was a man named Dave Who wanted to be very brave He climbed up a tower But fell in an hour And now he's a ghost with a wave
By Kahlee about a year ago in Poets
Is it for real?
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky, or so she has heard. Ida was a private detective that relied solely on her keen observational skills and analytical thinking. There was no room in her life for the blurry lines that magic perpetuates. It was for this reason that Ida was determined to prove that the rumored magic clouds were none other than hallucinations cooked up by ‘shroom eaters, that hope seekers picked up.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Fiction
Oh, my stars and garters!
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds would come out to dance with the blushing sky. They would swirl and twirl, forming shapes and patterns that only they could understand. Sometimes they would whisper secrets to each other, or laugh at jokes that only they could appreciate. They were the only ones who knew the true magic of the night.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Fiction
The Hidden Cost of Being a Woman
Did you know that you could be paying more for products and services just because of your gender? That's right! The pink tax is a form of economic gender discrimination that affects women worldwide, and it costs them thousands of dollars over a lifetime.
By Kahlee about a year ago in The Swamp
The Midnight Spectacle
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They swirled and twirled in graceful patterns, creating a spectacle of light and color that only a few people could see. Most of them were asleep at this hour, unaware of the magic that unfolded above their heads. But not Elena. She was always awake at midnight, watching the clouds from her bedroom window.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Fiction
A slippery road
Slip on icy ground, Life's struggles knock me right down, Humor saves my frown.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Poets
One last dance
Feet perch on the stage, Heart's rhythm fades with the bow, Life's dance in curtain.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Poets
Therapy on a Budget.
Are you feeling down but don't have the budget to splurge on therapy sessions? No worries, you're not alone. Mental health care can be expensive, but that doesn't mean you should have to go without it. There are many evidence-based therapy methods out there that you can practice on your own without having to break the bank. So get ready to say goodbye to your stress and anxiety and hello to mental wellness, all while keeping your wallet happy!
By Kahlee about a year ago in Psyche
The wrong side of my wall.
If walls could talk, humans would be ashamed. I am not a wall in a ruined church or castle that can recite heroic tales of King or sacrifices of Queens. I am not a wall of historical importance that prevented incursions and the downfall of empires.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Fiction
An anxious mind
Anxiety grips tight Time races, future unclear Peace sought in each breath.
By Kahlee about a year ago in Poets
Innocence lost.
Trapped in endless pain Childhood lost, a memory Hope for a new time
By Kahlee about a year ago in Poets
Life doesn't stop
Time flows like a stream Peaceful moments, fast they flee Eternity waits
By Kahlee about a year ago in Poets

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The Tragicomic Tale of Dave the Brave

Is it for real?

Oh, my stars and garters!

The Hidden Cost of Being a Woman

The Midnight Spectacle

A slippery road

One last dance

Therapy on a Budget.

The wrong side of my wall.

An anxious mind

Innocence lost.

Life doesn't stop

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