KJ Aartila
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Day#8: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 8/14 “WHO” Writing 5 minutes – “Cyclist” I was leading the middle pack of racing cyclists up the steep hill. Suddenly, one of the front-runners crashed to the pavement, causing a number of us to crash and pile up over him. My bike was ruined! The tire bent. Would my crew be able top fix it? Would I e able to finish the race? The tension was thick as several other biker’s felt the same
By KJ Aartilaabout a month ago in Poets
Day#7: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 7/14 “WHO” Writing 5 minutes – “Balloon Man” The balloon man, surrounded by the gleeful, fascinated group of kids, smiled back widely as he twisted the balloons into various shapes and handed them out to each pair of anxious hands waving at him and begging for certain creations and colors. His nimble fingers worked quickly with many years of practice and patience.
By KJ Aartilaabout a month ago in Poets
Day#6: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 6/14 “WHO” Writing 5 minutes – “sailor” Watching the dock in anticipation of leaving the ship, the Sailor can’t help but grin. His step perks up as his feet hit solid ground. He grabs his ratty bag and sets off at a long walk toward home, not far from the docks. He can’t wait to be greeted in the tight embrace of his patient wife and the shouts and smiles of the children, whom he misses dearly on these long voyages, whether only a long weekend or a month.
By KJ Aartilaabout a month ago in Poets
- Top Story - February 2024
I Am a Mom Now
I Am a Mom Now I didn’t always want to be a mom. For various reasons as I grew up, I decided motherhood wasn’t in the cards for me. Firstly, because I carry a genetic disorder that I didn’t want to pass on; secondly, because I was married to a maturely stunted man from a neurotic family, and, thirdly, because of being one of the oldest grandchildren/nieces of a super-huge extended family, I had been saddled with the responsibility of looking after littles from a young age. It wasn’t pleasant and created the opposite of developing a nurturing nature within me.
By KJ Aartila2 months ago in Journal
Do I Dare?
Do I Dare? I read an article on here Monday morning, that took me back a little bit. I mean, much of the statements I don’t agree with, but many of the points made were quite valid and caused me some self-reflection, which is a good thing. Self-reflection is my happy place – it’s asking myself the uncomfortable questions, and it’s where I learn and grow. So, the author/article may have irritated me, but I must appreciate the fact that it caused me to ask questions of myself, exactly because I found myself irritated.
By KJ Aartila2 months ago in Poets
I Was Okay with Being Coveted Property
It started early in our relationship. I was naive. My boyfriend and I went to a married friend’s (we’ll call him John) house for a small get-together with a few others to have a cook-out. The friend started to play “footsie” with me under the table. I didn’t return the affection. I was confused. I smiled; sure it wasn’t his intention. His gorgeous and kind wife was right there! I was flustered to think he would be so bold.
By KJ Aartila2 months ago in Poets
Seething Red
I almost killed my brother once. On purpose. Nearly choked him out in a fit of rage. He deserved it, though – only because I couldn’t choke-out the persons who really deserved it – his loving enablers turning him into the slimy, lying, manipulating bastard he is to this day. Too bad, but good thing, the bus driver was there. It would have been a horrible reality to live with.
By KJ Aartila2 months ago in Poets