Kimberly J McGill
Stories (4/0)
The Bough that Breaks
The window was open just slightly enough to allow a faint breeze to flutter through Sam’s sheer taupe curtains. Her neighbor’s daphne odora shrubs seemed to great her with their sweet, inviting fragrance and for a second, with eyes closed, it felt like how things once were. How free and easy existing used to be.
By Kimberly J McGill3 years ago in Futurism
Girls Bathroom Chronicles
The bell rang. Like clockwork each middle school student grabbed their book bags, hurrying to the cafeteria to sit with their friends, eat whatever was able to be choked down, and to talk about whatever or whoever was most intriguing at that particular moment. I hadn’t found my space, my group to sit with. There was no welcoming stares or friendly smiles from lunch mates who’d missed my presence or conversation. There was no one who remembered anything personal that I’d shared so they could follow-up and ask if things were working out now. There was no one I could trade dishes with, or pleasantly refuse when they ask for my double chocolate brownie that I grabbed to go with my otherwise boring lunch. In fact, I was terrified of the whole ordeal, terrified that I’d say something stupid and irretrievable, terrified that I’d further ostracize myself from all the comfortably social people, or just flat-out be rejected in a public and shameful way. I left no room for offense or open ridicule. I didn’t leave my fate in the hands of my classmates; I ate my lunch in the girls bathroom.
By Kimberly J McGill3 years ago in Confessions
Inspiring Unicorns
An anonymous writer once gave this advice: “Allow your passion to become your purpose, and it will one day become your profession.” I know this to be true because what started as a childhood affinity for gifting my writings and drawings to friends and family, morphed into me finding ways for my creative work to inspire and support dreams as an author.
By Kimberly J McGill3 years ago in Journal