Kirsy Massiel
Stories (4/0)
Two of Us
She didn’t think she could ever comprehend the way her friend felt when he lost his mother and sister. She only thought she would be able to put herself in his shoes to be able to console and comfort him properly. Never did it cross her mind that it would happen to her. Or at least, not as soon as it did.
By Kirsy Massiel9 months ago in Families
Following Shannon
When one thinks about what they would do if they came to gain a fortune, it dives deep into the fantasy of untold riches, private islands and jets, and an amount of money so large it felt unlimited. If it wasn’t by the lottery or a sudden new position of power, it was by inheritance or a will.
By Kirsy Massiel3 years ago in Families
A Siren Call
I don’t know how to swim. I guess that’s something I don’t share unless it’s called for because most people my age do. Like most kids growing up, I only ever stepped foot in the water with a flotation device or by staying in the shallow end. Reaching high school, I would recoil at the thought of having to learn how to swim while as far as I knew, every single student in my gym class already knew how. I mean, sure, I’d have the occasional revelation of being in a situation where the ability to move in water was necessary. And even though it actually is something I should know how to do for certain emergencies, treading water didn’t exactly sit right with me.
By Kirsy Massiel3 years ago in Wander
3,000 Miles
While I love them dearly and each one holds a place in my heart, my home is not my friends or my family. It isn’t where I was born, where I grew up or where I made the most memories. Home for me is a place I’d fantasized about visiting and living in for almost seven years. A place that I wasn’t able to go see until this year, for the weekend of my 23rd birthday.
By Kirsy Massiel3 years ago in Wander