Kyra Lopez
Bio
Writer from the 773
Stories (126/0)
The Dragon Piñata
Chapter 1 "There weren't always dragons in the Valley," My papa read aloud from Gabriel’s story book. Gabe sat wide-eyed and cross-legged, with a fake wooden sword given to the most noble knights of Salinas, CA . It was almost noon, and the sun was blaring intensely as my family set up the birthday decorations. The grass moved slowly, and the soft hum of the summer bugs brought a tranquil contrast to the commotion on our porch.
By Kyra Lopez2 years ago in Fiction
Phone calls from the Dice
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 "There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Stumbling over my words a little, I played with the gleaming transclucent dice that were always kept in my red satin bag. For this scene, I began to narrate the mystery behind our crumbling kingdom in my (slightly overpriced) wizard cosplay from the Comic World Convention. Or, "CWC" as I call it.
By Kyra Lopez2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge
A Pocket Watch is a Barrier
I‘ve been looking all over the sea. It is still terribly cold. All I can find are dark corridors and overwhelming amounts of coral and debris. They are bursting through the familiar pipes and dressers that I once touched. The drawers that I put my clothes in are barren.
By Kyra Lopez2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - December 2021
Black Hair Dye, a Blank Canvas, and a Woman in Hiding Top Story - December 2021
When I first spotted a single gray hair on my head, I was 21 years old. Immediately, I rushed to the store to grab a box dye that would wipe away its existence after 30 minutes of setting. It was a quick fix, a way to wash away the signs that I was stressing myself out.
By Kyra Lopez2 years ago in Motivation
- Top Story - September 2022
Artificial Ice on 43rd
The plastic glaciers are melting. In case anyone is wondering, my grandma has a small pond with aritificial ice covering the surface in small patches. It has been sitting in her tiny backyard since the 40s, with little mounds of fake glaciers around its border. It is only a decoration, but an odd one at that.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
Bull Stamped Coin
Every night at the library, it rained in the corner between the borders of fiction and nonfiction. The same drab raincloud, grey and small, would hover over Julie as she put away the book returns. Julie was in her early 30's, average, and still single to the disgust of her only living relative. She didn't plan on going after some prestigious career, or collecting friends to go out with on Friday nights like every adult should. All Julie desired in life was to be quiet, kept under the rug or placed on the back burner of all thoughts. Not to be noticed was key. Even if the library job didn't make a lot of money, she enjoyed doing something so humdrum in order to meet her basic needs in life without any further stress.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
See the Sun
Love is subjective. It wraps us tight in pastel blankets during our childhood, and it begins with a kiss goodnight from our parents. Love can be that first date nervousness, a celebration of a 40 year marriage, or a cake made from scratch for your friend's birthday.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction