Kyra Lopez
Bio
Writer from the 773
Stories (126/0)
The Diosa Project
"La Diosa" is spanish for goddess. A goddess is someone that radiates beauty, and is open minded to their life's purpose. It is a figure that holds feminine power, and it is a symbol of divinity. Ultimately, it is a title that I have been striving to call myself in its purest form.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Viva
Yellow Clues
The oak of the old barn slightly breathed out as the sunset faded into a windy fall night. It was cold, and a chill crept through my windbreaker even after the workout I just managed to knockout. What was odd, however, was seeing a few pieces of yellowish paper sticking out from the slits in the barn's crumpled wood. Their placement caught my immediate attention.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Horror
The Land of Green Stomachs
I had a dream last night after hearing Sonia's story. A sea of green stems covered the fields below the dipping hills and gray mountains. The perfume of marigolds stretched far, and their scent was carried by the gentle wind through the strands of my messy hair. I looked into the distance, eyeing what my abuela called "the land of green stomachs." It was an area of rich soil where vegetation would thrive, a symbol of vitality and nutrients being soaked through nature's veins.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
Tamales Oaxaqueños
ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔤𝔬 𝔉𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔰 The most notable memories I have of pre-covid life are the summer nights on 18th street. There were myriad Mexican festivals to attend that popped up throughout my vacation months, and for years I had always ventured out to experience the sweet aromas of my comfort foods. From the "Fiesta del Sol" to the "Mole Festival", these events took place in the streets of Chicago's primarily Latinx neighborhoods. Vendors, musicians, and booths full of Mexican wares lined the sidewalks, showing a taste of home for many immigrant families.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Feast
Stripes Before Sleep
Even though Camila Cream loved lima beans, she refused to eat them. Credit: David Shannon Her friends and classmates despised lima beans, which made Camila feel like she shouldn't like them either. So, she gave them up! Ultimately, this story is a classic case of peer pressure doing its job during elementary school.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Families
Listening to Leyendas
Cowering under the blankets, my stubby 6 year old hands would move the comforter back by only an inch. It was enough space to breathe fresh air and eyeball the closet without being entirely exposed. Scanning the room for danger, my head would slowly peer out from the sea of stuffed animals to look for "El Cucuy."
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Families
The Funeral Procession
The following is a poem about my depression, OCD, and anxiety disorder on its worst days. It may appear dramatic, but these feelings can be very real for all those who relate to having a mental illness. Some days will be good while others will be bad, but healing isn't linear! Writing out these cloudy thoughts has helped me to release a lot of pent up emotion that I have been storing. Ultimately, I hope my readers can find solace in these words too, and that they know they are not alone.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Poets
Hum
Noon. Red coated train cars slowed across the worn metal tracks, pulling into Sapphire station. The world was now operated almost entirely by robots, so there were no human conductors monitoring the train routes. Everything was different for human life after traces of some unknown virus started seeping into things. The animals began acting strange, new portals opened up, and there was even more paranormal activity recorded. Everything was crooked, like a book that was slightly tilted on a shelf.
By Kyra Lopez3 years ago in Fiction