• Kenna commented on the post, plague 6 years, 6 months ago

    It sweeps through the city like ash on the wind.
    Tiny, microscopic germs fill lungs and homes, filling hospital beds and morgues. It infiltrates the deepest of bunkers and basements, but manages to avoid planes or boats.
    In a matter of days, it goes from a thriving city to a ghost town as the rest of the world watches silently.

  • Kenna commented on the post, mention 6 years, 11 months ago

    I’d of mentioned this before, but
    i couldn’t quite think of the right way to
    Phrase it–
    To makes the vowels and consonants
    Flow into words,
    Structured paragraphs.
    There’s no easy way to say it–
    I can’t just drop it into conversation,
    Dark secret splattering our
    Tentative romance like spilled milk
    All over my kitchen floor.

  • Kenna commented on the post, forth 7 years ago

    “Go forth,” he murmured. “Walk the paths that lead deep into the forest, and bring back what you find there.”

    Her tears fell, shining droplets splashing onto the red cloth of her basket as she walked into the woods.

  • Kenna commented on the post, average 8 years, 1 month ago

    She walks down the halls, tall black heels click-click-clicking against the cracked floor. The spirals twisting down from her fluttering eyelids attract attention; as do the red leather skirt and spiderweb blouse. She notices the stares and smiles, lipstick splitting into a grin. Oh, she’s not ordinary, not anymore.

  • Kenna commented on the post, root 8 years, 2 months ago

    the roots sink down into the concrete like
    otherwordly tentacles, ensnaring
    nutrients from the earth
    Below, capturing water and
    Producing nitrogen from
    Broken, barren soil

  • Kenna commented on the post, band 8 years, 2 months ago

    I hear the drumbeats and guitar riffs leaking from under the closed white door. Shrieking passing for singing, wondering, “Why didn’t they ask me to join? I would have been better than that,” But the only answer is the boom of bass and tinkling of tamborines, so I walk on.

  • Kenna commented on the post, thunder 8 years, 3 months ago

    Deep booms sound outside my window, followed by brief flashes of light cast off by the weapons of gods. They illuminate my bedroom and myself, huddled under plaid covers and counting frantically, the beats between the booms and flashes, trying to determine whether my fears are travelling away from me or drifting ever near.

  • Kenna commented on the post, ticket 8 years, 3 months ago

    The ticket came in the mail.

    Not by owls, as I might have hoped, but in a small white envelope. And upon opening it, I discovered that it was, strangely enough, for a train at King’s Cross. So I packed my bags, and boarded the train.