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» Posted By kristina On 11.12.2018 @ 3:09 am


People say Donald Trump is our ultimate rival; so little do they know that America is our rival. “How did we get to this point?” People muster sadly, while they build capitalism off the backs of the disadvantaged.

» Posted By Kristina On 06.19.2017 @ 8:51 pm


Her laughter hung in the air like dandelion spores on a warm summer breeze. Hair, the color of sunflowers, seemed to float in the grass around her. A summer goddess, the mother Earth–I was in love.

» Posted By kristina On 06.21.2016 @ 10:23 am


“Is it whom or who?”
“Well, what’s the context?” Alexa responded, picking at the dirt underneath her fingernails.
“Uh.. To whom it may concern?”
“Sure. Sounds good. Just send the thing already.”
Lucas looked up at her, unsure if she was joking or not. Her constant monotone made it difficult to tell. “Should we really be emailing a bomb threat?”

» Posted By kristina On 04.24.2016 @ 11:41 am


My sophomore year of college, I became a Buddhist. I understand how cliche that sounds. But you have to understand–I was lost and looking for a place where I belonged. Wandering around the city one day, I came across what I later found out was a Buddhist temple. There was a public courtyard behind it, surrounded by pear trees. Benches and picnic tables were dispersed throughout. I fell in love with being there: I started to feel at peace while watching children play tag and old men play chess, mothers gossip and teenagers fall in love. I grew connected to all of them through our shared experience of being.

» Posted By kristina On 04.20.2016 @ 7:07 pm


He pressed the cool plastic into the palm of her hand.
“What is it?” she asked, unable to look for herself because of his firm grip on her wrist.
“Remember the night we spent on the roof? Right after my dad died?”
“When I’m gone, I want you to climb up to that same spot. I want you to listen to it on that old cassette player we bought at the thrift store, and I want you to find Orion’s belt. Can you do that for me?”
The lump in her throat kept the words from escaping. Instead, she nodded, lowering her eyes to hide the moisture seeping out.

» Posted By kristina On 04.18.2016 @ 4:42 pm


She hadn’t gone to college, despite graduating at the top of her class with honors. She hadn’t even applied to any colleges, to be entirely honest. The sad truth was that she was too afraid of failing to ever even bother trying. Working at the local factory in her rural hometown had never been the plan, but it seemed safe. That’s what everyone did after high school around here–they went to work at the factory, they stopped by the gas station for a slice of pizza on the way home, and they all went to the same bars with the same people every weekend.

» Posted By kristina On 04.16.2016 @ 10:48 am


He pushed the bike along the pavement, checking the scrap of paper in his hand for the umpteenth time. The house number read 208, but the buildings told a different story. 207 and 209 touched each other, with nothing in between but a rusted dumpster.

» Posted By kristina On 03.18.2016 @ 8:50 am


Waves hit the shoreline one after another, but she didn’t bother watching, not anymore. Laying on the beach used to be her favorite past time; getting drunk, playing in the surf, making love in the sand. But ever since Tim left, none of it was the same to her.

» Posted By kristina On 01.09.2016 @ 3:23 pm


How can you really know the way when this maze is too difficult. Too hard. too much :(

» Posted By Kristina On 07.05.2015 @ 6:39 am


I will do this, I will do that. Why do we feel the need to accommodate others all the time? We should be willing to do more for ourselves first and foremost. Although, this change starts with us.

» Posted By Kristina On 04.26.2015 @ 4:21 am


How can you do this?
How can you even tell me that everything will be alright when all I want to do is get this all done.
How can you leave me?
How can you leave me so undone?

» Posted By Kristina On 03.18.2015 @ 11:52 pm


How can you do this? I’ve been trying to be okay my whole life. Everything is falling into place and then now you’re back. Why do you have to be a controller of my life?

» Posted By Kristina On 03.17.2015 @ 1:03 am


In the center of the room sat a grand piano like no other. It was made of glass. As she inched closer the keys began to move, singing out with a beautiful melody.

» Posted By Kristina On 02.06.2015 @ 7:17 pm


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 12.20.2014 @ 8:34 pm


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.”

» Posted By Kristina On 11.23.2014 @ 12:52 pm


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 10.28.2014 @ 8:53 pm


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 08.05.2014 @ 3:09 pm


Spongy, soaked in sweet milk. A hint of coffee, some whipped cream. Yes! Ladyfingers to create the right “bite.” Quickly! Throw the candle’s on and let’s surprise mom! Tiramisu, her forever favorite.

» Posted By Kristina On 06.09.2014 @ 8:31 am


Like a fox. You’re quick, nimble, and silent. Creep under my skin.

» Posted By Kristina On 06.03.2014 @ 11:46 am


I am not the most educated person but I know when I’m being mislead. I know when someone says something that cannot be true. You don’t have to be educated. You can see it in their eyes. The way their hands twitch. The reddening of their ears. I am not educated in lie detecting but I see them all the time.

» Posted By Kristina On 05.25.2014 @ 4:25 pm


The footprint that was left on the beach implored him to follow her. His footprints ended up beside hers in the sand, slightly to the right so he could see her beautiful face. And she was beautiful. Much more than his wife who had been letting herself go after giving birth to their first son. He hated that he noticed this girl’s beauty but not his wife’s.

» Posted By Kristina On 05.08.2014 @ 7:35 pm

The footprint followed her on the beach as she strode down it. The man’s echoed behind her, slightly to her right so he could see her expression as she gazed off into the sunset. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, how different from his wife who had started to let herself go. He wanted this beautiful woman who left footprints but not herself in his path.

» Posted By Kristina On 05.08.2014 @ 7:32 pm


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 04.27.2014 @ 3:35 pm


at least I’m not repressed
childhood, i remember w
atching that movie over and over again
never really understanding
we are all repressed
hiding things
squished under htis big huge rock
“society” some call it
but it really isnt that simple
we are all repressors and we are all repressed,
holding ourselves back and scratching ourselves to pieces trying to break free
at leasat I’m not– wait…

» Posted By Kristina On 03.25.2014 @ 7:14 am


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 03.21.2014 @ 1:04 pm


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 03.15.2014 @ 6:20 pm


“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!”

» Posted By Kristina On 03.12.2014 @ 2:20 pm


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.

» Posted By Kristina On 02.23.2014 @ 7:41 pm


Well, this is ironic. I never plan to do anything. Much less fucking write. I always thought these fucking journals were stupid. The reason I’m cursing so much is that I am testing whether or not you actually read these.

» Posted By Kristina On 01.28.2014 @ 9:16 pm

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