It Will Be...What It Must.
We got her after my Grandmother passed away. She was a black and white ball of pure terror.
My older sister got her to be more specific, to comfort my mother in her grief over losing her mother so suddenly.
By Kai Rebel5 months ago in Petlife
Where to begin?
Firstly, I'm not a writer, which is technically untrue.
I wrote a book once, it was a collection of poetry and it was actually published. Imagine that.
By Kai Rebel5 months ago in Confessions
If I could start all over, would I? This question. It’s just an aching hollowness inside me that won’t diminish.
His eyes, the palest of blues. Nearly white.
They would light up whenever he’s happy, nearly glowing like twin stars beneath his brows. He’s happy.
By Kai Rebel5 months ago in Poets
It was coming closer... the undeniable dread.
All present felt it, like the touch of a hand, clenched simultaneously around each of their hearts.
By Kai Rebel6 months ago in Fiction