Kelsey Syble

Joined July 2021

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Bio

A Southern born-and-raised writer now navigating her twenties in the Northeast.

Follow me on Instagram: @kelseysyble

Stories (17/0)

The Breeze
Metallic buildings and solemn strangers became the backdrop of my dreams and prayers. And yet, I didn't know what I was searching for
By Kelsey Syble2 months ago in Poets
The Shore
Landlocked from birth, and oblivious to the healing ways of salty air and cold water, until today. It took two decades to arrive here.
By Kelsey Syble3 months ago in Poets
It's About True Love
It's about Baja Blast freezes, Central Park swinging, and a bond that lasts throughout all seasons. It's about staring contests on the subway,
By Kelsey Syble5 months ago in Poets
This Haunting
Sketches of a heart in permanent ink on thick elegant cardstock. Tracings of a body in lighthanded pencil on cheap notebook paper.
By Kelsey Syble8 months ago in Poets
The Pavement Kids
Even to this day, hot dogs are my kryptonite. Everything about them disgusts me. My chest tightens in pain when I smell one, and I have to leave the room if someone even so much as eats one in my presence.
By Kelsey Syble10 months ago in Fiction
The Third Mistake
The sun sets its gaze upon my first summer alone, as I traipse along a beach brimmed by locals. Time moves swiftly as youth, sensuality, and freedom are returned to me,
By Kelsey Syble10 months ago in Poets
The Main Character
Despite all the ways the man she'd once loved hurt her, she wept for him. Stepping back from the scene, she took a long look at her own mistakes,
By Kelsey Syble12 months ago in Poets
The Empty Train Platform
A fast car. A white sundress. A watercolor sky melting into the Earth. Kissing on the boardwalk. Entangled against the rails. Smoke billowing above glistening water.
By Kelsey Sybleabout a year ago in Poets
That's Where You'll Find Her
Endless fields of grass and dandelions underneath a blazing sun, the sky blue and bright. That's where you'll find her, twirling within the confinement of her adolescent innocence.
By Kelsey Sybleabout a year ago in Poets
Do You?
I sat on the floor of my shower the other day. Water drops seeped through my hair, kissed my shoulders, and slid down my back. I pretended that instead of water, they were my feelings for you as they dissipated into the drain.
By Kelsey Sybleabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn Air
Crisp leaves of golden brown, and autumn air, greeted me as I stepped out of the taxi to wait for him at his favorite deli.
By Kelsey Sybleabout a year ago in Poets
Cosmic Coast
Cheerful screams beating against my eardrums. Buttery popcorn sliding down my throat. Her hand wrapped around mine. Every summer since I was five, Mom and Grandma took me to a small seaside amusement park just thirty minutes from our suburb. We’d leave early in the morning and I’d sit in the backseat, listening as they bantered about what music to play. When we arrived, I’d become mesmerized by the way the arched iron entrance framed the sun as it lifted from the sea.
By Kelsey Sybleabout a year ago in Fiction