Kristina Brule
Bio
I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have two poetry books and one fiction book published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am
Stories (23/0)
Lilac Scented Dreams (7)
I haven’t talked to Noah for about a week now, he’s been avoiding me ever since I brought up the name Drussela. I don’t understand why he ran off like that. I think that maybe it is an ex’s name or something. I want to ask him but whenever he sees me he goes in the opposite direction. I've been alone without him, no one to really talk to and vent to. I can talk to Savannah but she’s always been judgy and mostly wants to talk about herself. Sitting on the couch pondering what I could have done wrong. I grab for a book to try to stop my mind from racing. Suddenly I get cold and get shivers. It's 95 degrees out, the sun shining and not a cloud in the sky, why am I cold.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Fiction
Family Fight
Many people say that blood is thicker than water, that family is all you have. To always forgive family no matter what, because they love you. “But he’s your dad.” Do you know that saying? That blood is thicker than water. Well here is the real saying, “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”. I learned the hard way about the true saying and how people twisted it to their own advantage, here’s the story of my father betraying me.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Confessions
Eczema VS Tina
Learning to love me on the outside You wake up covered in blood, open wounds all over your body. Pain, irritation, and an itchable itch. Your blankets stick to your wounds because of the blood creating a glue-like bond, it hurts to leave it and it hurts to tear it off, risking reopening the wound. You look down at your hands and see them covered in blood, skin in your nails, and clumps of blood underneath. What happened you ask? Your unconscious self decided to rip your skin open. This is how I used to wake up when I was younger, all the time. you can’t even begin to understand what it’s like till you live through that scene at least once a week.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Confessions
Lilac Scented Dreams (6)
“Find me, find me, and help me. Let me live a normal life, one that I never got just for a little bit. Once you think I am ready, help me. Help me remember who I was and who I can be. But if you notice, my people start to endure what they can not, even if I'm not ready, wake me up. I love you and we will meet again.” Ragged breath and tears running down her face, but don’t recognize her face or voice for some reason. It feels like a distant memory from someone else's head. I can feel her pain, heartbreak, sadness, and yet some tender love. A love I've never felt but longed for. She’s talking to someone who is also crying and in pain. I can’t see his face, it’s blurry and his voice is silent. I can see his mouth moving and I can hear noises but I can’t understand what he is saying. Reaching out to touch his face she says “ I will never leave you, please don’t cry, this is not the end and I will see you again.” With that, her face turned pale and her body went limp.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams (5)
The sun is shining and the sky is clear, sitting outside on a blanket enjoying the weather in my yard. Noah was sitting next to me enjoying the weather as well. Taking a bite of my turkey and cheese sandwich, I turn to Noah and say “Thank you for being a good friend to me, I haven’t really had someone to talk to in a while. It also helps that you live near me.” Giggling a nervous giggle due to my awkwardness. He puts his head on my shoulder and cracks a smile. After a short pause of silence, I look at my sandwich and I ask “How come you never eat?” Curious, as I have never seen him eat at work or out of work.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Phones ringing and keyboards clacking, Small whisper like chatter happening in the background. “Chrissy we have a new guy starting today, he should be here in about an hour. He is an intern so he will shadow everyone for a little bit to get everything covered. I want you to give him a tour and introduce him to everyone.” Said Dan with his hand on my shoulder and a creepy smile.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Shooting out of bed, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I feel my heart, it's pounding and I don’t feel ice cold anymore. That was the most realistic dream I've had. Craziest too, it felt so real, I can still feel the pain of the tree branches hitting me. Looking around and I see I'm in my dimly lit bedroom, with the door shut. Now that I think about it, I don’t remember getting out of the shower, let alone falling asleep in my bed. Hearing the faint singing of birds outside my house, I look over to my clock to see the time. Wow, I slept all day and night, it’s 7 am Sunday. Crawling out of bed as sluggish as possible, I notice that I am wearing my pink silk pajama set.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
Desert sun
Wandering through this desert, toes in the burning sand. The sun rays burning down on me leaving kisses upon my skin. Mirages of water reminding me of you. Throat dry aching for more than just water. My body shivering alone at night wishing for more than a mere blanket wrapped around me. Your smile shining through my dreams brighter than the morning sun, welcoming warmth but ending my façade of happiness. Hoping one day I awake you'll still be there. Alas dreams are just that. Unattainable hopes and fantasies. I don't want to wake if it's not next to you.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Poets
Murder in my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to kill her” pleading to the person sitting in front of me. “It just kind of happened, it started out slowly and then all at once. Before I knew it she was dead. I did it for Chole, you know? It was always for her. Love makes you do things that you never thought you would do. You can’t be mad at me, you understand right?” Like a scorned puppy for using the carpet for a toilet, eyes wide and filled with tears.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams
Beep. beep. Beep. Ugh, what the hell? It’s Saturday. Why is my alarm going off? What time is it even? Turning to look at the increasingly annoying sound I see it is 10 am. Not too early at least, I just don’t remember setting it. I do have to pee though. I crawl out of bed trying not to wake up the cat. Dragging my feet to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and notice my hair is sticking straight up and my face has marks from sleeping.. “ ugh I’m awful.” Seeing someone walk past the bathroom in a hurry, I freak out. I look to see if anyone is here but alas it is just my mind playing tricks on me again. I went to a therapist and they said I don’t have schizophrenia, just my mind playing tricks.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams.
“Don’t forget to smile today, hun, I love you.” A woman with black and gray hair smiles slightly. “I love you mom, I’m off to work, thanks for breakfast.” I kiss her small slightly wrinkled forehead on my way out the door of IHOP. Walking to my car I look around and realize how dead it is in this small town. 8:30 am on a Friday and there's no one outside, no matter where or when you feel alone here. Inserting my keys into the lock I see someone standing near the end of my car, I look up and no one is there. Unlocking my car and sitting in, I think about how messed up my mind is. I see people out of the corner of my eye all the time. Of course, no one’s actually there. Sometimes I think I can hear someone yelling my name. Even when I’m all alone. I don’t work far from the diner. Who am I kidding? It's a small town and no one works far from it. I turn on my radio to listen to my favorite podcast. The commentary of the podcast is funny and always makes me laugh, helping with my mood for the workday. I stop in the bathroom before going into the main part of the office just to make sure I don’t have food in my teeth. I looked in the mirror and my black hair that touches down to my rib cage was a bit messy, not too bad. My dark red lipstick was perfect. My skin was sun touched so I was a bit darker than usual. My dark brown eyes hovering over my eye bags, happily. As if trying to show the world my exhaustion. Walking out of the bathroom and making my way into the office. Today’s going to be a good day. I hope.
By Kristina Brule3 years ago in Fiction