Kirsten Ivatts
Bio
Imagination is my pen, and I wield it in every area of my life!
From fantasy fiction to poetry. From writing courses to sharing my interdimensional travels, riding dragons through the cosmos, I live to write.
Stories (13/0)
The Outside
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Her father was lucky enough to have a top floor room. Even so the window was level with the ground, and little could be seen but red soil and a deep blue sky. She stood on her tip toes, grasping the rough edge of stone sill. The glass was impenetrably thick, and dust coated it. But she was looking for something. Twice she had sneaked into this room and seen movement out there in that unknown world. Or she thought she had. Today she was looking for proof. Just a glimpse. Something to prove her mother right and her father wrong.
By Kirsten Ivatts3 months ago in Fiction
WHAT THE WORLD DOESN’T UNDERSTAND ABOUT CREATIVE PEOPLE
When you sit with soft eyes gazing at a dewdrop, when you listen with soft ears to bird song, when you contemplate the beauty of sunlight creating a shimmering nimbus around a young pine in dappled woodland, you are available to catch ideas sent from the universe like dandelion seeds!
By Kirsten Ivatts10 months ago in Journal
A Gift For Mother's Day
Hey Mum, I never told you this, but…well, now I’ve started, and I don’t really know how to begin! I’ll start by saying I wasn’t really in any danger, in the past anyway, although it may sound like it as you read. So perhaps, make yourself a cuppa and find yourself a comfortable seat. Then do me a favour and read this like a story about someone else. Remember, I didn’t ever need to tell you this. I could have taken it to my grave. But, well, it’s been bothering me that you don’t know. I tell you everything! Usually. And I’m not sure, but I might need your help. Hopefully not though.
By Kirsten Ivatts10 months ago in Confessions
Yesterday I Rescued A Little Girl
Yesterday I rescued a little girl. She had been caught in a trap she couldn’t escape from, powerless, for 48 years. This five year old child didn’t want to leave her Mum to go to school. She was like many other four and five year olds, since school began. On her way to school each morning she planned how she would escape, what routes to use. She considered kicking the teacher really hard in the shins, biting her arm even. Because this little girl had to be wrenched from her mother every morning. And each time it happened, she didn’t hurt the teacher, because she was a good girl, and knew hurting people was wrong.
By Kirsten Ivatts10 months ago in Psyche
Kingdoms Lost
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Janen ducked as the shadow passed over her, clutching Sorrel's reins. The mare skittered sideways off the road, but Janen's attention remained on the huge Blue heading towards the distant mountains. Her heart hammered in her chest. Not from fear. From excitement.
By Kirsten Ivatts11 months ago in Fiction
