Kaitlyn M.

“A King's Game.” by Kaitlyn M.

Submitted to Contest #163

I've killed a man. I don't really know how else to say it; I've. Killed. A. Man. And looking down at his slumped form, I feel a hint of humor tugging at the corner of my lips, a laugh bubbling from my gut. Don't think me insensitive, please. This wouldn't be so funny if he was slumped over his desk, or bleeding out on his bed, or even fell back in the chair... No. The man fell face down in his f...

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“It Is Happening Again.” by Kaitlyn M.

[TW: Allusions to sexual abuse] It is happening again. The unspoken truth as we start to eat, our meal a measly few garden grown vegetables and the most vile parts of the pig. Seasoned with nothing more than rosemary and pepper, it's what we say is a good meal. There have been days when we don't eat. The ingredients thrown in our faces to do what we may with it in the little ti...

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“The Price of Freedom” by Kaitlyn M.

Submitted to Contest #161

The darkness does not come without a price. The freedom, the boundless plains that lay before you under the glorious light of the stars costs you. Today, I tell you my story. The light, I admit, is fun at certain moments. There are stolen treasures, glittering under the sun. There is laughter with friends, jokes with family, secrets whispered underneath oak trees with joy... But the dark. In the dark, y...

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“Spirits Dancing In The Rain” by Kaitlyn M.

Submitted to Contest #160

I do not see that young man very often anymore. There once was a time where he would sit on the rooftop, a notebook in his hand and a pen wedged between his lips. Behind the shield of his lips was where he would bite needlessly on the plastic, twisting and bending it out of shape. Until it was replaced by a new one. Each pen of different color, different brand or size. He liked variety. I like variety. He ...

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“And Then There Was Her” by Kaitlyn M.

Submitted to Contest #159

"I'll start this off simple: I'm not spoiled. "Sure, that sentence in itself sounds entirely selfish, but there's more to me than meets the eye. I'm kind, I'm sweet, and I am considered a nerd by most cute girls. Just because I was born into a very fortunate family doesn't mean I'm some spoon-fed child. "And I'm not bratty. I ask for what I want, if I don't get it then that's fine. Usually, I ...

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“A smoky star.” by Kaitlyn M.

Submitted to Contest #158

She doesn’t seem to understand that when she lights the cigarette she is also setting a flame to their future. She is quietly sitting in her car, one leg dangling out, brushing the faded concrete. Beside her is him, who is tired and exhausted from his shift and simply wants to go home. Behind him is a car seat, one that is adorned in pink and black zebra stripes. The baby that is nestled inside is a spitting image of her...

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“Grand Central.” by Kaitlyn M.

Submitted to Contest #156

[TW: Slight mentions of insanity] [Caution: The following texts will cause you to think deeply, to question everything you know. It will make you remember. The things you recall may not be exactly what you want. Don't be scared of your mind. Let it wander. Your inner child will thank you.] * * * * * "Don't you remember?" "Remember what<...

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