Kayla Goldberg
Bio
I love telling stories for one true reason: There are no rules. I can peel the restrictions of reality back with the power of my own imagination to reveal a seducing, magical, wonderful world. The kind of world I want to live in.
Achievements (1)
Stories (5/0)
Dinosaurs, Dancers, and the Desert
Introduction Movement is more important to me than air. It’s hard to breathe when I am standing still. I’ve moved six times in my twenty-one years but whenever anyone asks if it was hard I want to ask them if staying still was really so easy. Each place made me someone new. It’s not a question I want to know the answer to, but I can’t help but wonder what kind of woman I would be if I hadn’t had the chance to change.
By Kayla Goldbergabout a month ago in Humans
Ruby Insides
The desert is legended to be barren and cruel but I have sprinted through her mountains at sunset and so I know better. She is cruel, has stained my skin the rough shade of peeling pink. Her cacti, the ones that come alive and dance at night when it is cooler, have sewn shards into my ankles and thighs. When I pull them out crimson spills but it never hurts. The desert drinks my blood like a stranded sailor drinks fresh water. I would gladly give her all of it.
By Kayla Goldbergabout a month ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
The Ocean in DecemberRunner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. I feel the same slow, sly smile spread across my face that never fails to come out of hiding when I think about the Valley. The Valley, where the giant golden hills look like Midas himself ran his fingertips over each blade of yeast-colored grass. The Valley, where sailboats with masts so tall it’s shocking they don’t scrape the sky churn and slice through the rough river’s water. The Valley, where at the mouth of the river she boasts her teeth in sword-shaped bursts of white foaming water to greet the start of the ocean. She is angry and angsty, roaring her siren’s call to everyone stupid and in love with her enough to try to set sails on her waters.
By Kayla Goldbergabout a month ago in Fiction
The Smuggler's Secrets
It is dusk, and so it is time to make money. My brother, chocolate-haired and angelic and the most devious person I have ever met despite the fact that I was raised among thieves and cheats, rides beside me. His mare, white and small enough to pass for a pony if she wished to, brushes her shoulder against my stallion’s. I thinks she’s fond of him.
By Kayla Goldberg5 months ago in Fiction
