Kalina Isoline
Bio
New York
writer/designer
Stories (14/0)
The Battle of Bel-Gazou
Roch did not know that the Realists had landed upon Bel-Gazou the same day he found the child on the city’s outskirts, swaddled in dandelion roots. When he took the child into his arms and saw the entire world in her eyes, a secret storm brewed elsewhere, out of sight.
By Kalina Isoline5 months ago in Fiction
If You See Eva
April 18, 1912 - New York, NY As Margaret aged, she secretly suspected that her life had a purpose larger than working front desk reception at The American Seaman’s Friends Society Sailor’s Home, but the feeling came and went. Now nearing 30 and unmarried, she spent less of her time improving the social and moral welfare of seamen received through Manhattan’s West Side Piers, and more time thinking about herself.
By Kalina Isoline11 months ago in Fiction
Everything I Know About Telling a Good Story
This is a love story that is not about love. First love is wonderful, then it is hard, then it is devastating and finally it is over. That’s all you need to know about love. It’s how every love story starts and ends. But now, after being alive for 26 years, now that I have finally absolved myself of the delusion that everything happening to me is happening for the first time in the universe too, I cannot will myself to write a story about love.
By Kalina Isolineabout a year ago in Fiction
The Place We are From
I was a quiet and agreeable child, who has grown into a woman just the same. I imagine it’s blue in the place I came from, as though it were 5:45PM all the time. A country where everyone had a sharp face, into which their eyes sunk deep. Where it was illegal to play Bruce Springsteen records, and blonde hair could save your life. A place frozen not just in time, but inside stories too.
By Kalina Isoline2 years ago in Families
What Becomes of Pieces
I started cutting up sweatshirts for more than one reason but a big one was that I was laying on the floor a lot. I drank so much grapefruit juice that I passed out on an eastbound Long Island Rail Road train and afterwards a bystander said he thought I had died. I had no idea there was a limit to the amount of grapefruit a person can drink, and wouldn’t learn about the adverse effects of mixing Adderall and acidic juices until later that day after minutes of WebMD research.
By Kalina Isoline2 years ago in Styled
