Kasey V. Draven
Bio
Screenwriter, Fiction Writer, Thinker, Eater. Personal interests include fiction, stock market, human rights, and the feeling of nostalgia from time to time.
Stories (7/0)
Remember Me
*WARNING STORY CONTAINS TRIGGER MOMENTS* April 6th, 1975, I’ll never forget the day. The smell of the fresh cut grass, the sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen, and the smile of my mother as she wished me a happy 21st birthday. As much trust and communication, I had with my mother I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what my birthday plans were.
By Kasey V. Draven3 years ago in Fiction
Lifelong Nightmare
When I was seven I had a dream of a shark trying eat me. I woke up in a panic as nothing from my imagination had ever felt this realistic. It was after my mom had just told me the story of Medusa. As I fall into a deep sleep I noticed myself at the beach far from my family. I take a step into the ocean and the tide sucks me in. I can’t move I can’t breathe, I can only watch as great white shark swims towards me. I try my best to scream but to no avail. The shark gets within feet of me before I abruptly wake up.
By Kasey V. Draven3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2021
Top 5 THC Strains For InflammationTop Story - August 2021
Well 2020 was an interesting year to say the least. For years I’ve battled with intestinal inflammation as well as arthritis in my knee. Medication worked occasionally but the older I get the less I wanted to put medication in my body that could potentially make my organs crap out on me in the future. Luckily for me though medical marijuana was an option. At my local dispensary they had a plethora of strains available for inflammation. Each strain I smoked for the total of a month to compare.
By Kasey V. Draven3 years ago in Potent
My Father Was....
Since I was a kid, I always wondered what my dad did for a living. Some days he was home some days he wasn’t. Some mornings he’d sleep in, some nights he’d stay up. However every time he went to work he’d always take a crusty package wrapped in brown paper.
By Kasey V. Draven3 years ago in Fiction