Kellie Gilman
Bio
Kellie has an active imagination and a creative mindset. She channels those qualities into her writing and loves to explore different genres. She loves to write fiction stories but often times she uses her friends and family as inspiration.
Stories (13/0)
10 Ways to Calm Down After a Long Day
A misconception that a lot of people have is that they need to be actively productive all the time. The fear of being branded as lazy hits hard. If you don’t come home from work and instantly begin cooking dinner, doing laundry, or doing other forms of housework, then what exactly are you doing with your life?
By Kellie Gilman2 years ago in Motivation
You were right
“Eat your vegetables.” “Do your homework.” "Clean your room." "Get good grades." “You need to study, or you won’t get into a good college. If you don’t get into a good college, you won’t get a good job. If you don’t get a good job, you won’t be able to pay your bills. You won’t be successful.”
By Kellie Gilman2 years ago in Families
The Key Ingredient for Self-Love
I’ve always found myself to be very close with the spiritual realm. I was blessed with the gift of intution. I am very empathic, so I can feel what other’s feel quite easily. I also have these dreams occasionally, where I’ll get hidden messages from my spirit guides. Sometimes these dreams foreshadow events that will happen, in one way or another. I try to write down my dreams as often as I can. That way I can reflect on them later and try to figure out what they mean.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Confessions
The Painting
The beeping from the heart monitor woke me from a restless night. That, and the throbbing intensity I felt in my head. I felt as though I had fallen from Mt. Everest. Even as I lied there and focused on my breathing, I could feel a quiver of pain surging through my body. It was numbing. I dug my fingernails in the sheets beneath me to keep it at bay.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Fiction
A Girl with a Broken Smile
An endless void, trapped between the darkened thoughts of where and how. Within this void, Abigail’s life no longer existed. Her cries of help have gone unheard. She spent most of life unknown to those around her. She was drowning in the wasteland of her mind. Negative empowered words were enraged on her ghostlike flesh. “Weird.” “Boring.” “Ugly.” “Fat.” “Flawed.” “Crass.” Inadequate.” Words that have been said to her so many times, they now identify her.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Fiction
The Not So Secret of Finding your Soulmate
“Dreams do come true,” I said sarcastically, as I heard someone mentioning how they finally found their soulmate. Growing up, I always assumed soulmates were something out of a fairytale. It felt like fiction; something written for Cinderella. Honestly, the idea of a soulmate was super cringe. I think the key thing I didn’t like about it was the fact that you can never feel complete without that specific person. I’m not a religious person, but I recall stories about Adam and Eve and how Eve was formed from a part of Adam’s liver. God created Eve so that Adam would have companionship. She was created for Adam, which I suppose would make her his soulmate. I didn’t like the idea of being created for someone specifically, so I always dismissed the idea of a soulmate.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Motivation
Mystery Within a Box
The last time I saw my best friend, Laura, was when I told her I hated her. That was almost a week ago. The fight we had seemed pointless now. I wished more than anything that I could take back what I said to her. My fingers were trembling as I remained seated; tears were running down my flushed face. I had to bite my cheek to keep from making any noise.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Fiction
I Quit My Job of Six Years to Become a Writer
I will say that I’m not the best at decision making. I’m not saying this was a poor decision, but it was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. But would I admit that to my friends and family? And risk them saying the dreaded “told you so”? Gosh no! I might be dumb in my decision making, but I’m not dumb enough to give them the satisfactory of being right.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Motivation
The Beauty of a Home
The most beautiful flower grew through the cement. It was in the parking lot of an old Walmart, which hadn’t been open in years. Yet somehow, this flower still grew. She was a marigold with bright yellow petals; She also had the greenest and brightest stem. It was a hot day and she would soon find that there would be no rain in her near future. Each passing day was lonelier than the last. The thought of no one appreciating her made her feel sad. Her bright and beautiful colors will go unseen. The feeling of being alive wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to feel loved and to feel appreciated. She wanted her beauty to be seen by many. Most of all, she wanted a family and a home to call her own.
By Kellie Gilman3 years ago in Earth
