Home, not a house, not a physical space
Home the feeling of comfort
The smell of fresh bed sheets
Straight off the line
Warmed by the summer sun
Nana’s fresh baked bread
Mom’s homemade spaghetti sauce
Warm summer breezes caressing my skin
Cozy fires surrounded by friends
A warm blanket, hot cocoa and a dog
Okay maybe 2 in my lap
A good book in hand on a cold winter’s night
The smell of cinnamon and fresh pine
While lights twinkle during Christmas time
My dad’s voice reading a bedtime story
The feeling of sand on my feet
The smell of an ocean breeze
The sense of comfort that all these bring
About the Creator
Kylie Barnes
My day job is currently doing welcome and sympathy calls for a pet insurance company, my passions are of course writing and reading as well as photography, I hope you enjoy my work
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Virgo's Child
After arriving at the apartment, Ty changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She needed to clear her head. There was only one place she could go to do that. Making the decision quickly, Ty began to pack her clothes and toiletries. After calling her aunt, she called Chris.
By Kylie Barnes about a month ago in Fiction
High Rise, Deep Impact
I have witnessed a death that I relive every time I step into an elevator. Although it no longer affects me as deeply—given that it's been 11 years since the incident—it remains a heart- rending memory from my first and last day as a paramedic. My initial call to the scene involved a man who seemed to have fallen down the elevator shaft of a high-rise building. Alternatively, it might have been that the elevator moved upwards while he was working on it. Different scenarios were being considered when I arrived.
By Penelope Henain7 days ago in Writers
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Love this. Makes me feel comfy reading it.