• Kristina commented on the post, stardust 3 years, 11 months ago

    We were made of stardust, at least that’s what I’d always been told. But tonight, I didn’t feel billions of years old. I didn’t feel like I was once bright, or that I once was billions of degrees hot. I just felt small. Small, lonely, and insignificant.

  • Kristina commented on the post, embassy 3 years, 12 months ago

    We threw open the doors to the embassy, and exactly eighty-three heads turned to look at us.

    Only one word escaped my lips: “Dragon.”

  • Kristina commented on the post, visit 4 years ago

    It would just be a quick visit, I told myself. Open the door, fulfill the necessary duty, and leave. I didn’t have to stay and see all the other lonely old people, or smell the sickly sweet smell of almost death pushed back further by medicine.

  • Kristina commented on the post, nobody 4 years, 3 months ago

    I was a nobody. Just leaning against the wall, taking in the scene. Loud music, loud people. Too much sweat and heat and general stickiness. Why was I here again? Oh yeah – because that was my job. Blend in and be a nobody. That way the attack is a surprise.

  • Kristina commented on the post, cutest 4 years, 6 months ago

    He was the cutest baby I’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot. Big fat cheeks and glistening blue eyes, all topped with wisps of dark brown hair. Little hands and feet waved in the air as he greeted his mother.

  • Kristina commented on the post, avoided 4 years, 8 months ago

    I avoided the loud tables at the restaurant, looking only at the customers at the corner tables. I knew that’s where he would be; that’s who he was. Sitting at a quiet table alone with a glass of wine, maybe. I didn’t expect him to come up and tap me on the shoulder.

  • Kristina commented on the post, personality 4 years, 8 months ago

    It was just part of his personality. The sudden mood shifts, like dropping an ice cube into cold water. Quick and painful. Hot and cold. Shocking. Everyone around him always smiled and said it was okay, but it wasn’t. They were afraid.

  • Kristina commented on the post, dealer 4 years, 8 months ago

    “This is my dealer, Avery.”
    “Avery? Doesn’t sound like the name of a high-profile arms dealer.”
    Jack grinned at me, “She’s not your typical high-profile arms dealer. Just wait.”
    We waited. And waited. Until a little old lady stepped through the door, her face breaking into a smile. “Jack!”

  • Kristina commented on the post, emperor 4 years, 8 months ago

    He was the emperor, and he made sure everyone knew it. Not just his subjects, but all the countries around him. Wars and trade and subterfuge were everywhere, and there was a healthy amount of sex and torture as well. His wife just sat there and looked pretty, everyone said. But no one knew the truth.

  • Kristina commented on the post, sill 4 years, 10 months ago

    I sat at the window sill, gazing out over the moor. It was rainy and clouded outside, but all I wanted to do was walk through the gardens and smell the roses. I just needed a little bit of escape from this stuffy house and insipid people.

  • Kristina commented on the post, slip 4 years, 10 months ago

    I slipped, suddenly. The world around was askew and I heard a thump, far away. There was a loud CRACK and then I was falling. Falling and cold. Slipping and falling and cold, cold, cold. Distant voices shouted at me to swim, to breathe, to anything.

  • Kristina commented on the post, defended 4 years, 12 months ago

    I fought hard and defended myself. Foe after foe came up, yet I pressed on. We had to win. We had to win. We had to win. It was a life or death battle. Freedom or slavery. Hours later, I stood alone, surveying the land. I was the last one standing, either friend or foe.

  • Kristina commented on the post, creativity 5 years ago

    Creativity flowed out of me and onto the page. Lines, colors, shapes, all dancing together to form a masterpiece. Hours later, I set my pencils down and looked at what I made. It was me…but not. A face no one, not even I, had seen before.

  • Kristina commented on the post, canopy 5 years ago

    I lay upon my back, looking up at the canopy of leaves above me. They swayed and fluttered in the breeze, making a rustling sound. The sound of peace, the sound of summer. A contented sigh escaped my lips. Finally, peace.

  • Kristina commented on the post, stereotype 5 years ago

    It’s just a stereotype. It’s just a stereotype. That’s what I muttered to myself as I glanced behind my shoulder to see someone following me. To their credit, they were doing a decent job. But he was big and burly and full of nothing friendly.

  • Kristina commented on the post, compound 5 years ago

    It was the smallest compound of all of them, yet it held the most girls. We got used to the stink after a while, but it still made some vomit in the corner. Three to a bunk, and one blanket between us all, if we were lucky. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this hell.

  • Kristina commented on the post, european 5 years ago

    He had a European style about him. A little more laid back, a little quicker to trust. A cute accent and a smirk that could make your stomach flutter. That’s what I saw. I didn’t see the darker side, the hidden past, the just-sharpened blade.

  • Kristina commented on the post, squad 5 years ago

    We were the perfect killing squad. Brains, brawn, and bravery. That’s all they needed. Sometimes our brains worked against us, because they thought so much. But we were working against that. Working to be simple machines, except more than that. Simple machines who felt human.

  • Kristina commented on the post, routine 5 years ago

    This was the routine every morning. Wake up, bathe, have someone tie me into a suffocating corset and do my hair. It was boring. Ha! Who would’ve thought that my elegant life could be so dull? But this morning especially, I wanted out. I wanted to be free and to sleep in, stay a little dirty, and dress like a boy.

  • Kristina commented on the post, genetics 5 years ago

    It was in his genetics, he had said. Why had he said that? What a stupid thing to say in that situation! It was a fight, and a violent one. “In my genetics?!” He muttered to himself, “Maybe in my childhood. But genetics? They probably think I’m insane.”