Kimberly Anne
Bio
Stories (9/0)
Wherever the Fires Lead
The streets swell with excitement, anticipation hangs thick in the air, as we await the lighting of the bonfires on the mountains. The first daimonji fire ignites, illuminating the sky in orange flame, marking the end of Obon. Brilliant kanji cross the landscape to guide our ancestors home to the spirit world. I slip through the crowd, maneuvering my way to the Kamo river.
By Kimberly Anne2 years ago in Fiction
Don't Look Down
A violent crack shattered the quiet, crisp afternoon. The young girl’s legs trembled as she struggled to keep herself upright. “Big brother!” She desperately reached out for the boy in front of her. He turned immediately, eyes widened as the crystalline surface of the frozen pond splintered just below his sister’s feet. “Yuliana!” He took a step, but the fissure in the ice spread, fingers streaking like lightning. “Don’t move. Stay perfectly still. I’m coming to get you.”
By Kimberly Anne3 years ago in Fiction
The Light that Binds
The street around me swells with excitement. Anticipation hangs thick in the air as we await the lighting of the bonfires on the mountains. The sky is lit with orange flame as the first daimonji fire ignites, marking the end of Obon. The fires that follow create brilliant kanji across the landscape, intended to guide our ancestors back to the spirit world. I take the opportunity to make my way to the Kamo river while the crowds are enthralled by the spectacle.
By Kimberly Anne3 years ago in Fiction
Jack-In-The-Box
Another disappearance in the south-east end of London today has local authorities concerned. Detectives warn young women of a new scam circulating the internet- The telly screen goes black as I click the off button. “Victoria! That was major news, turn it back on.” Dark brown eyes catch me in a death glare. I sigh, “Lydia, I’m not interested in that kind of programming playing in the main shop. You may continue watching in the break room. I’ll handle things out here.”
By Kimberly Anne3 years ago in Fiction
Have Your Cake and Eat it Too
Forty-four. There are exactly forty-four tiles that lead from classroom 1-A to the Home-Ec room. How do I know? I’ve counted those tiles every day for the past month. A distraction developed to avoid eye contact with my fellow classmates.
By Kimberly Anne3 years ago in Fiction
Mission Complete
The approval from his loyal followers was what fueled his motivation. A thrill shot through the fibers of his muscles and nerve endings every time that green light lit up on his webcam. The sensation was his drug. He loved being the center of attention and as an up-and-coming U-Vid influencer, Braden Foster was right where he belonged.
By Kimberly Anne3 years ago in Horror