K. : Writing

Keys

Keys

A Story by K.


I jumble the keys around the ring frantically as I hear the footsteps echo loudly through the long corridor. If I were to be caught, I would absolute..
What do you see?

What do you see?

A Story by K.


Clouds float across the sky, forming shapes and animals in your eyes, and you laugh. I smile as you look up at the sky, squinting against the sun, ca..
Alone

Alone

A Poem by K.


one more night in the quiet, in solitude,alone. one more night in the light of a flickering flame,in solitude, alone. one more night sitting at the ta..
Cracks And Tributaries

Cracks And Tributaries

A Story by K.


She pulled at the fraying ends of the carpet, sitting cross-legged, staring at the wall. The cracks on the wall looked like little tributaries, branch..
Birds

Birds

A Story by K.


Sightless birds. Sightless and flightless birds. He shot another one down from the whistling tree. What did it mean to be dead, he pondered, the dark ..
Untitled

Untitled

A Story by K.


The wind was blowing in from the north, bringing a chill to her face and memories of old activities. She waited for him to say something as they stood..
The Lost Generation

The Lost Generation

A Story by K.


The Lost Generation/Wasted Youth relates to the young men drafted into the First World War.
The Flames

The Flames

A Story by K.


Bright, licking flames. Then black. Death is a peculiar thing, but living is even stranger. I think of how he stood there while the flames engulfe..

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