Kim Dyas

“You Can't Run from Karma” by Kim Dyas

Submitted to Contest #259

When opportunity knocks, you have to be ready to take advantage of that opportunity. That’s what Dad drilled into us, and in a small town, you grab any opportunity that comes your way with both hands.Our family have been living out on the land for the last 3 generations. It’s tough. Drought, floods, bushfires, we see it all out here. It can be soul destroying, especially when a natural disaster comes along and wipes out everything you have worked for. It brings you to your knees let me tell you. I’ve seen my Dad, the toughest man in existenc...

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“A Photo Lost in Time” by Kim Dyas

Submitted to Contest #258

With a heavy heart I walk into my grandmother’s house. She has just gone into care, and her big, beautiful house needs to be sold. I have had some of the best times of my life in this big house. It is the family house that we all gravitated too. I can still hear the laughter and fun echoing off the walls. My brother is coming to give a hand today, in readiness for him arriving I walk from room to room and pull a plan together so that we can make the most of the time we have today. Room by room I wander in deafening silence, except ...

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“The Boxer” by Kim Dyas

Submitted to Contest #256

I stepped out the front door it was five am and still dark as sunrise wasn’t until five thirty. It was a typical October morning for Brisbane, the temperature had already reached twenty-five degrees and the humidity was high. I walked down the driveway to the foot path and started jogging. I would run for an hour and cover fifteen kilometres. This was a daily routine for me, run every morning and hit the gym in the afternoon after work.I had been boxing as an amateur for two years and held a national title, in the light heavy weight division...

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“The Love of an Old Dog” by Kim Dyas

Submitted to Contest #255

The words said so carefully and precisely.I was fighting my body to wake up on this New Years Day. I was heavy, my body tired from a late night, but in this moment, total comfort wrapped in pristine white  hotel sheets. I could sense that there was something not right, but I was too comfortable, didn’t want to acknowledge morning or open my eyes just a little. I could sense him moving around beside me, he was awake. He slid out of bed silently trying not to wake me and went to the bathroom. Something is off. I waited for him to com...

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“The Lilac Cloud” by Kim Dyas

I look at the dress, picking it up, the feel of taffeta in my hands. Holding it up to my body. And there it is. A lilac cloud of frills and lace. With the slightest movement the friction noise of this outdated fabric is probably worse than the dress itself. I throw it across the room where it lands in a noisy lilac shimmer of frills on the floor.Sitting on the edge of my bed, I feel hot stinging tears come to my eyes."Don't cry, don't cry” I say, reciting to myself. Too late. The dam wall broke, and the tension and sadness came flooding forw...

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“Galactic Timelines” by Kim Dyas

Submitted to Contest #253

It's always messy when timelines are interwoven so intricately. "What do you mean grandfather?" I ask. I cannot see what he is seeing, we live in different planes of existence. "What can you see?" I close my eyes and go inwards when I feel his presence as close as I do now. My energy settles and I close down in each region of my body, concentrating the flow to my inner self. My body knows how to do this pretty much instantly now, I can be in any place at any time, my body recognises the mental request and effortlessly becomes still and quiet...

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