Kelsey Kidder
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Stories (10/0)
Fervor
castle in the air something borrowed something blue but alas, I sigh
By Kelsey Kidderabout a year ago in Poets
Aspirations
discolorations form on my skin, I perform token endeavors
By Kelsey Kidderabout a year ago in Poets
hoax
broken, I climbed you just to see if the sky was a different blue
By Kelsey Kidderabout a year ago in Poets
The Ship of Dreams
I memorized the lives of everyone aboard. Felt the weight of their existence and footprints from the moment they stepped off the plank. Followed them as they discovered their rooms, gathered among strangers for dinners, and felt as they gripped the rails, leaning over the side to catch sea mist on their face. I overheard intimate conversations of spoken dreams and repentant pasts.
By Kelsey Kidder2 years ago in Fiction
Thank You
To my Foster Care families What an amazing sacrifice foster parents make to accept a stranger's child into their home. To give up their space, time, and energy to help a human being in need, can’t be easy. I learned quickly, it was more difficult to take in an older child. They tended to come with more baggage, attitude, and trauma. As for myself, I was 12 when I first needed to go into the system. I want to thank you all for taking in an older child. You must have trusted my social worker vouching for me, or simply took a chance.
By Kelsey Kidder2 years ago in Families
Castle McDermott
A shrill cry echoes in the night. Candlelight illuminates Freya's face from across the room. Looking into my sister’s wide eyes, I know she heard it too. I hear shuffling from somewhere inside the cottage, footsteps on the floor, light moving its way closer to the door frame.
By Kelsey Kidder2 years ago in Fiction
Fitz
A rainy 60-degree day in February might not seem like the best weather for a hike in the woods, but for two weeks we have been taking walks through parks and our neighborhood that was covered in so much ice you might have thought we were in Arendelle. A rain storm had come through overnight, and the cold weather kept all the trees, bushes, even grass perfectly encapsulated by centimeters of ice for weeks. It was beautiful, peaceful and serene to walk alone with Fitz while most people stayed cozily locked indoors. I couldn’t believe that this storm hit just weeks before we were to return to school after a year of staying home courtesy of Covid-19. It almost seemed like Mother Nature willed us to never go back and I was torn between whether or not I wanted to.
By Kelsey Kidder2 years ago in Petlife
Promises Not Resolutions
What does rest look like? For me, it involves the ability to put my feet up and lounge, reading literature. Reading has always been more relaxing to me than watching anything on television. Reading a book allows me to disappear into a world constructed by the author's words and my own imagination. Of course, there are times when rest looks like disconnecting from my own four walls and being transported into someone else’s via instagram, allowing ten second videos to momentarily entertain me. Letting me zone out and become semi-robotic: share, like, next.
By Kelsey Kidder2 years ago in Journal