Kimberly T
Stories (4/0)
Hearts and Hammers
Adam tenderly flexed his cracked and peeling hands. His palms were sore to the touch and his knuckles were red and raw; he had spent fourteen hours outside in the freezing cold, lifting and hauling heavy metal sheets across the job site, and another three hours ripping and tearing the cabinets out of his rundown kitchen. Adam barely had time leftover to grab a quick bite to eat before he needed to get some sleep; he would be up early the next morning to do it all over again.
By Kimberly T3 years ago in Humans
The Switch
David’s black Moleskine was his most prized possession. It was a sleek, trim notebook with an elastic enclosure, ribbon bookmark, and thick ivory pages; but more important than the pages were the words and notes David had written upon them. The Moleskine was a descendent of legendary notebooks used by some of the greatest thinkers and artists of all time, and David knew that someday his prose would belong among the greats.
By Kimberly T3 years ago in Humans
Lost Treasure
The sun beat down upon the sand in glorious rays of golden heat, and Cassandra would have enjoyed the spectacular view of the white beach and blue ocean waves if her mouth didn’t feel like sandpaper and her skull wasn’t splitting with an excruciating headache.
By Kimberly T3 years ago in Wander
The Heist
Andre never meant to do anyone dirty, that was just how things went sometimes. When they broke into that liquor store on 53rd, Andre ran as hard as he could with everyone else when the cops came; it wasn’t his fault Danny got caught. And when they’d done that job over on Kensington Andre was posted at the back as lookout; he didn’t have anything to do with the mess those other guys made.
By Kimberly T3 years ago in Criminal