Comments Posted By Krys
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One in millions is a keeper. Now, where would I find the millions?
» Posted By Krys On 05.29.2018 @ 2:35 am
He aimed for lighter but every time she brought eclairs home he became heavier.
» Posted By Krys On 03.12.2018 @ 9:34 am
Tulips. Daffodils. Hyacinths. One bulb at a time planted last fall.
In two months, maybe more, the miracle of Spring will make my flowers appear.
Of course, one or two dandelions always show up first without an invitation.
» Posted By Krys On 02.10.2018 @ 7:23 pm
Hospital: a place where someone can die, even when the family is told
that she or he will soon be released. Happened to one of my relatives.
Also a close friend.
» Posted By Krys On 02.05.2018 @ 10:46 am
Pills for this. Pills for that. Apparently, there are pills for every ailment.
Have you heard of Joe? He popped pills of every size, shape and color into his mouth every day, several times a day. “Will make me strong and healthy,” he told me.
Next day, an ambulance rushed to Joe’s home. He died on the way to the hospital.
Apparently, no pill developed for common sense.
» Posted By Krys On 02.02.2018 @ 7:34 am
‘Nominated’ doesn’t mean we have a winner.
But then, who’s the judge?
» Posted By Krys On 02.01.2018 @ 9:38 pm
I would use my automatic reflexes to the fullest if cruel
winter didn’t freeze me limb by limb.
» Posted By Krys On 01.29.2018 @ 12:50 pm
Meals are important anytime but especially memorable at special occasions.
So, we feast and are thankful that we can.
» Posted By Krys On 12.27.2017 @ 1:42 pm
Sound building. At its highest over me. Passing through a clear sky. Memories of past trips. Gaiety upon arrivals. Sadness that chokes goodbyes. All that’s left is an echo. Then, nothing.
» Posted By Krys On 12.13.2017 @ 7:11 am
Doorway — entrance, exit.
Revolving door — doorway to endless hellos and goodbyes.
Doorway, blocked — missed opportunities; life in limbo.
» Posted By Krys On 12.12.2017 @ 7:13 am
Snowed last night. Snowing today. Replacing broom for my snow shovel.
If only I knew how to make it fly!
» Posted By Krys On 10.31.2017 @ 10:17 am
Clash of ideas needn’t escalate to clash of physical strength.
» Posted By Krys On 10.15.2017 @ 11:31 am
Annie looked younger than her years, much younger.
One day, walking with her dad, someone remarked how juvenile she appeared.
That she ought to be thankful for there’s nothing great about aging quickly.
When Annie and her dad entered a packed coffee shop, they saw an elderly man rise and offer his table.
“Honeymooners?” he asked.
» Posted By Krys On 10.06.2017 @ 6:57 am
If it weren’t for a fading memory, my summers with you would last forever.
» Posted By Krys On 10.01.2017 @ 12:36 pm
Her selective choice was not to select him.
» Posted By Krys On 08.29.2017 @ 7:34 am
Steel makes wool wirely strong.
» Posted By Krys On 08.21.2017 @ 6:36 am
Screens block. Keep us apart. I found one and take you in, bit by bit, through a mesh of transparency.
» Posted By Krys On 08.08.2017 @ 12:50 pm
When I welcome you, you will be treated with the respect you deserve. Enter at your own risk. Welcome.
» Posted By Krys On 02.20.2016 @ 2:13 am
I welcome him with open arms. He stands back and folds his.
» Posted By Krys On 02.20.2016 @ 1:57 am
Her leggings were longing to be stretched beyond her imagination.
» Posted By Krys On 08.17.2015 @ 4:08 pm
the battle was over quick, but the cost was high. god, she had never seen so much blood in her life. she didn’t know a person could have that much blood, thought it impossible that so much could fill such a frail vessel. but today she had seen a man felled by his very own blade, seen all the blood in his body emptied before them in a great pool. now she knew for certain
» Posted By krys On 03.14.2015 @ 9:02 pm
Eleven. One more than ten. Two more than nine. One not enough to make twelve. Eleven.
» Posted By Krys On 11.18.2014 @ 1:06 pm
Tailgate me and I’ll whip your tail out of line.
» Posted By Krys On 09.10.2014 @ 1:43 pm
My pursuit of you is exhausting. You’re always two steps ahead of me.
When will you turn around to see that I’m still there?
» Posted By Krys On 09.07.2014 @ 7:26 pm
I was frazzled by his tenacious personality, his persistence.
A stranger on my bus. Friendly enough. A bit too forceful.
Handsome though. Still a stranger. And I, a married woman.
» Posted By Krys On 07.14.2014 @ 7:12 pm
In the rafters, two lovebirds sat looking down at parishioners, giving Mrs. Bubbles a scare. Delicate was her soft pink hat, suddenly dotted yellow-white.
But the birds could not help it much. When nature called them they listened.
Regardless what the missus thought
» Posted By Krys On 07.02.2014 @ 11:37 pm
The towering tree towered above her as she stood on the ladder’s highest rung. She shook branches causing fruit to cascade unto the lawn.
“Hope he likes apple sauce,” she said to herself. “OK, a few apple pies for the freezer.”
» Posted By Krys On 06.21.2014 @ 3:30 pm
She held swatches of the most beautiful shades.
Her decision was final. Leave the wall white. Paint a rainbow from one end to another to connect her bedroom to the one she’s standing in, her baby’s bedroom.
» Posted By Krys On 06.20.2014 @ 6:25 am
If you wouldn’t be so sly, I would not have said: “BYE”!
» Posted By Krys On 06.03.2014 @ 7:59 pm
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He was a gamer. Couldn’t live without that roller coaster thrill; pursuit and conquest.
And I, the tamer one, became one of his beloved games.
» Posted By Krys On 06.02.2014 @ 8:11 am