Kawan Glover
Bio
Kawan is a Survivor because he has lived through a stroke and three brain surgeries. Despite these hardships, he has started his own company called Overcome Adversity. He is a writer, public speaker, and self published author.
Stories (10/0)
What was lost
The night was eerily silent. The beige colors of this mundane one-story house were barely visible under the piercing moonlight. The wind sat paralyzed by the intensity of the madness that was about to unfold. Shadows were scattered around this quaint house, and every light was set to slumber inside the neighboring homes as if everyone chose to rest at the same time each night. The homeowners who now dreamt of their hopes, dreams, anxieties, extramarital affairs, and anything else you could dream of remained perfectly innocent to the clandestine operation taking place outside their front doors.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Fiction
The Cold
It was freezing for most of the year where they lived. The wind was whipping, snow was always on the ground, and there was never enough salt to clear the roads. The house they lived in felt empty these days. It sounded like air swirled through a hollow shell whenever a door open, echoing off the eggshell-colored walls. The paint was begging to separate itself from the sheetrock, and the tile was escaping the kitchen floorboards. This house that was once a home was dying, but neither of its residents’ felt motivated to prevent further dilapidation.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret
Everybody’s gotten something from Amazon. Google isn’t just an online search engine. It’s a verb that’s replaced the word search in the virtual space. YouTube is a video store of everybody's videos about everything to ever exist. However, if you need a quick shopping experience, everybody uses Amazon. Amazon has now gone far beyond the days of selling books. The public loves the level of convenience, affordability, and efficiency of all their services, but Amazon has a secret. A secret that once revealed would change everything.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Horror
Making New Memories
We had a big family. It was me, my two younger brothers, my older sisters, my momma, daddy, and my daddy's parents in one house. Momma was the youngest of four, but her parents passed away two years ago on the same day, two minutes apart. So I couldn't believe it when he told me.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Families
A Full Heart
There’s a saying out there that goes, “Fathers are supposed to raise their sons, but love their daughters,” and it often plays out that way. Fathers are typically more stern with their boys because society teaches us to “raise men” Fathers are often depicted as being more loving and protective of their daughters, or at least that’s how it’s portrayed in movies and television. Parenting is supposed to be at least a two-party endeavor, but that doesn’t always happen. But even out of the darkest situation, the light will always shine through.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Families
Our Moment
“Hey, Johnny. Do you like applesauce?” Johnny was sitting right next to his dad, but his mind was almost 3,000 miles away. Johnny and his dad had gone on an “adventure” to Baja, California, and Johnny got no joy out of it. He would rather be back at home online gaming. He played super smash bros religiously as a Donkey Kong main (as they say in the smash community). Out of all his friends, Johnny was the best, and they all knew it. He would spend hours playing Super Smash Bros on his Nintendo Switch and studying all the game mechanics. Johnny would come home from school and play until the wee hours of the next day, and in the summer, it was almost a 24-hour affair. Sometimes he wouldn’t change clothes and even forgot to eat. He loved it.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Families
Spry Mrs. Keaton
Mrs. Keaton had reached the age of 75, but she by no means considered herself old. She always lived by the adage, "You will age, but you don't have to get old" Every morning, she sprung out of bed like a rocket ship, feeling young, spry, and limber. Ready to attack the day. She hummed old church hymns and songs from her youth while she got dressed. Mrs. Keaton was not in a rush at all but didn't dilly dally either. Instead, she laced up her favorite jet black and fluorescent green jogging shoes and headed towards the stairs, grabbing her brightest green lightweight jacket.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Fiction
Following Matt's Recipe
I had to be home on Saturday evenings. No matter what I planned for myself, no matter where I was invited. On Saturday evenings, I had to be in the house. I never understood why, though. Neither one of my adoptive parents paid me any mind. I was an afterthought at best, and it had been that way since they realized I was a girl. The adoption papers were mixed up, and the Millers believed they were getting a boy. Darien and Joshua Miller lost their son two years ago in a "wire accident," they always said. I never pushed for the full story because I knew I'd never get it.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Families
"Come find me"
A prevailing sense of hopelessness permeated everything down to the atoms in the faint breeze that whisked by the structures outside. The world that existed before was nothing but a dream. The color palette of the vibrant community and bustling town filled with loving families had disappeared. The color was sucked out of the world, and everything was blanketed in shades of characterless grey and dull blacks. Nobody ever cracked jokes or smiled. The seasons all became nonexistent, and the world became one long winter except it was ash, not snow, perpetually falling from above. The world before seemed to have never existed. The government that once promised paradise left us to waste away, and so did Grace’s mom.
By Kawan Glover3 years ago in Fiction
