Kohl Younger
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Finding R&R
We dove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. We were both relieved we made it. We lost cell phone connection an hour ago, but one of the amenities to this getaway cabin said it had Wi-Fi. Besides, for me, I didn’t care if I had cell phone service or not. It was just good to get away from the hustle and bustle. Carmella was asleep in the passenger seat.
By Kohl Youngerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Train
The sound of the train turning around a corner abruptly woke me. I felt my body being slightly rocked by the turn. As I opened my eyes the train was going through a tunnel. Everything went darker. It seemed to be night. I still felt drunk. The section I was in came out of the tunnel. I was sitting by the window. I looked out the window and didn’t recognize the town we were going through. To be honest, I had no idea how I got on the train. Oh man, I can feel the hangover coming on. I sat there in partial agony, trying to comprehend the situation I was in. I am on a train.
By Kohl Younger2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost That Exchanges Realms
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The man with a weathered face abruptly uttered as his eyes penetrated the sense of time. Paul looked at the man, puzzled by this frame of reality. Paul suddenly awoke in a cold sweat, drenched. He sat up, his heart thumping at his chest cavity.
By Kohl Younger2 years ago in Fiction
The Cannabis Evolution
Cannabis Evolution… *subtitle: legalized cannabis Do you all remember using soda pop cans as a pipe? Or what about taking knife hits off the stove burner? Those are just a couple- oh the different fruit and vegetables used as pipes too. A carrot, an apple, and a potato. When smoking resin was a delicacy. The cannabis culture has definitely shifted throughout the years and bringing innovative scientific ways to society.
By Kohl Younger2 years ago in Potent
Write or Die
Write or die Take 3 Ok, I must admit, it is not easy to keep the light on. Days are going by and we dying, but not today. Still figuring out how to adjust to a routine, and finding solitude could be a factor. Prioritizing time needs to be more disciplined. Creating a schedule would help too. I remind myself of the saying ‘I don’t have time’ to ‘I need to make the time’. I realized how some things in the universe work. The drive behind the wanting to thrive for whatever it maybe in life. I have always wanted to write. I do not know if I have said that in the last two write or die takes, and if I did, I do not apologize because I am sharing my thoughts and I need to hear that and I hope you do too. Because this is about write or die concept. When my fingers touch the keyboard or the ink to the paper, an adrenaline rush overcomes me, but it doesn’t happen all the time. For me, talking to people that gave the support in the belief in me to write can spark a phenomenal drive to write.
By Kohl Younger2 years ago in Motivation
A Lyrical Poetic Social
"Thank you, Annie. You know as poets'; we tend to wear our emotions on our sleeves. This is where the best of us bleed. the heart is writing its wounds, its scars, its passion, its lies, its truths.... for the world to view to connect, gain aspect, give respect, a cause an affect, an effect, a reflect, to the deflects.... hahaha. Sorry I do not intend to take the spotlight." (Henry does a dust-off gesture by his chest and shoulder). The crowd kind of ignites into a slight clap and one woo. "Thank you, but without further a due! Welcome, Venessa!". Said Henry.
By Kohl Younger2 years ago in Poets