Kai K Colby
Bio
pursuing my passion and my dream
Stories (15/0)
9 to You
Eighteen steps from the threshold down to the ground level. About nine seconds. Of course, there is the very real likelihood of that estimation being elevated to something closer to twenty steps and two full minutes, should a certain someone find himself reluctant to lose the comfort of Alexander’s doting company. On those mornings, he may need to take the steps two at a time, and happily so.
By Kai K Colby8 months ago in Fiction
Little Surprises
I stare at the freshly delivered package, set so diligently upon my stoop by the same unmarked drone that had delivered the previous five. My suspicion is mild when compared to my intrigue, as the previous parcels have all held something that I have found to be wonderfully tailored to my own interests. Perhaps I should be more alarmed, but, to me, it seems that my secret admirer, whoever that may be, has come to know me very well.
By Kai K Colby2 years ago in Fiction
Dante Thomas Wentingworth
I leave my car and rush for the rotting wooden stairs leading up to the sliding glass door I've entered through since I was a young child. My chest is tight with sorrow and trepidation, but it does not stave my hand from gripping and pulling at that door, pushing my way inside, and pushing back the sob that pulls at my throat.
By Kai K Colby2 years ago in Petlife
Sandman
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I am no different. I cannot hear the terror-filled shrieks of the creatures I am watching... that I have watched, for millennia. I have no inkling of how their Sapien voices might sound. I can see them, however. I have seen the hapless beings begging a black sky for a chance of survival. They all do it, at one time or another, even their greedy, careless upper echelon. And I've watched, quietly and passively, in the chaotic hurricane of their agony, for far, far too long.
By Kai K Colby2 years ago in Fiction
Perfect Seed
He heaves a low sigh, his breath carried away by the soft summer breeze, but not before being heard by the redhead seated next to him. The reaction is delayed, but he sees the smile creep slowly onto the woman's lips, another moment passing before she speaks, words breaking up the predictable monotony of yet another perfect day.
By Kai K Colby3 years ago in Fiction
Broken Vow
It's falling slowly, a shower of earth knocked free from its bed by the heavy impact of a grown man's body. His vision is spinning, creating a mesmerizing tornado that begins to lull him into a state of forgotten peace, the shouting around him growing muffled and meaningless. The pain resonates throughout his body with the impact of another boot or two, but it's hardly more than a nuisance at this point, and he's focusing on the floating, drifting bits of sand and skin as they make their way toward the ground.
By Kai K Colby3 years ago in Fiction
Anemoia
They corral them all up in this classroom silence, low murmurs and the occasional hushed chiding breaking up the sentence of monotony that their individual afflictions have earned them. They wallow in their labels as though they are comfort blankets that swaddle them gently and keep them safe. No one here is any different from the other. They’ve all been fucked over, fucked up, or just plain fucked by someone they once loved, and while most of the guilty parties are running free, these poor bastards pay for the cost of someone else’s sins every single day.
By Kai K Colby3 years ago in Fiction
Dark Sheep
He can hear her carrying on furiously beneath him, her curses floating up through the rickety boards upon which he kneels. Her words are muted up here in this dark, stuffy space, but they hit just as hard, sending a shiver up his spine in spite of the sweat dripping down his back.
By Kai K Colby3 years ago in Fiction
Beauty in a Hurricane
A soft breeze cuts through the hot, humid air, and the garden bows and shakes, its bright, beautiful colors looking more radiant than ever against the rapidly darkening sky. These flowers thrive beneath the Sun's warm gaze, but they positively mesmerize when kissed by the soft breath of a waking storm. Never are they more beautiful than when faced with ultimate finality.
By Kai K Colby3 years ago in Fiction