Kayla Crowell
Bio
Kayla is an aspiring author with three works that are currently undergoing the editing stage. She also writes poetry and is an amateur artist. She loves to sing, especially to her little boy, and is also and aspiring singer.
Stories (9/0)
Anxiety
Henry preferred tea in the mornings. Most would think him a coffee drinker like any other person in his profession, needing the caffeine to rouse him properly. But, Henry preferred a nice cup of black tea, plain, without any cream or sugar, as he read the morning newspaper.
By Kayla Crowell3 years ago in Fiction
Prizrak
They all wear heart-shaped lockets. That’s the difference between me and them. Inside their lockets is a code, this code signifies blood type, and only the Regs have them. When the world went to pot it was because of the sun. The sun got too hot and one-third of the planet’s water evaporated, so, the sciencey-sort got together and decided that people needed to need less water and so the cure was born.
By Kayla Crowell3 years ago in Fiction
Weddings, Birthdays, and Events, Oh My!
I love weddings and I love a good party. Mostly, though, I enjoy planning them. For me, the fun is in the details. Seeing that dream come to life. Whether you had your heart set on a boho wedding with peacock feathers or you’re wanting a penis themed birthday party for your nana with a sense of humor, I want to be a part of it. Not on the guest list, but behind the scenes. I want to be the one who’s helping you find the perfect baker who can make a cake that looks like a real life peacock, or finding provocative accoutrements to go with that cake pan they sell at Spencer’s.
By Kayla Crowell3 years ago in Humans
Be The Boss Mom
I was not the favorite child. I was born the last of eight children, nearly all of which were adults by the time of my birth, with children of their own, save one—a sister, five years my elder. By the time my parents got to me, I was an afterthought. My sister, being their miracle child after the loss of two infant sons back-to-back. She was the miracle child and it was a miracle I even existed.
By Kayla Crowell3 years ago in Psyche
