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Followers

Following

kayeflayer

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Writings

Followers

Following

Sight

kayeflayer

1 min read

Click! the camera flashed and Jack looked up from the scenery displayed on the cable bridge. Abby turned to the sunset and snapped a picture. Jack leaned in, trying to see the picture. She let out a small shout at Jack as he startled her by his sudden approach. He was swatted at with a calm face.

'I can't see there anymore,' Abby said sadly upon her realization. Jack looked up from the camera he ...

Drama

YA fiction

Why This

kayeflayer

2 min read

Joy's voice, raw with hours of frustration from the ongoing argument, sliced through the tense silence with a uncharacteristic blatant anger. "How many lies have you told?"

Quint froze, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. His eyes, wide with panic, darted around the room as a flush crept up his neck and over his face. He stammered, "N-n- three!" He looked startled by his own admission, the...

Crime

Drama

A Work Quarter

kayeflayer

3 min read

*I need to practice first person peripheral*

There he is again. I stare at Blue through the corners of my eyes. His gaze, as usual, is cased upon Red, ogling her. I sighed and rolled my head away, trying to focus on the board. The chalk swipes away. It's stale exterior making a harsh screech as it was brought down across the board. I look at the small cascade of chalk crumbs falling; some stayed ...

YA fiction

Science fiction

Sparrow

kayeflayer

5 min read

The courtroom glimmered as King Arij held his goblet above the throng of guests. A few hoots and loud laughter continued; the king cleared his throat. The guards moved readily, their spears emitting jangles as the cords of gold and rubies hanging on the spearheads swung to and from their spears as they wavered. The room was hushed. Arij smirked, cleared his throat again, and continued,

"My servan...

Romance

Action

The Boxes of Exes

kayeflayer

2 min read

Every year, as best friends, Mitch and Hazel gathered. Today was the day again. The same room and box. Smiles as they laughed and shrieked as things came out of the box, reminding them of Hazel's stupid exes, practically walking red flags. A couple of things came out once in a while, and she would look mournfully at them, then continue giggling with Mitch as sparkly bows or tacky rings came out.

...

YA fiction

Romance

A Fallen Giants Head

kayeflayer

1 min read

Everything seemed to slow down as the flashlight's beam searched through the foggy water. Pieces of bobbing glacial ice broached the surface, then dipped out of sight, only to reflect the beam's light again as they resurfaced. The beam wavered up and down as the owner strode to the further corner, his footsteps producing a thud as leather and metal came into contact.

Expanding, the metal groaned...

Action

Drama

Why A Triangle?

kayeflayer

1 min read

"You know why they call it a love triangle?"

"Why?"

She asked as his hand ruffled her tangled

hair.

"'Cuz both of people who have crush on you

put you up higher than themselves."

"I guess that's true,

but what about when I-they pick one?"

"Then 'they' get lowered down

to the same level."

...

"I think I like being on the ground."

He agreed and patted her hair once more

then hung his arm around her'...

Romance

Poetry

Pygmalion // Galatea

kayeflayer

2 min read

The hands held long locks, bending around her hands as natural as if the hard stone was real hair. The eyes pierced through the man, the cold stone seemed to see him transparently. The full lips seemed soft and warm but warning. The waist seemed to lean to the right. The sculpture seemed to be in motion of putting her messy hair up. The man, Pygmalion, sighed, looking away, as his fingers limply s...

Romance

Drama

Birthday of the Grown Little Girl

kayeflayer

1 min read

In the dim darkness of the room, the bundle on the bed could look like a pile of blankets to anyone, if it was not sobbing. The lull of the repetitive shaking seemed to slow and quiet the room, the silence occasionally being broke with a small whimper or cry. A weak blue light pierced the room as the weeping figure let her hand fall down. A picture of a smiling little blonde girl in a wedding dres...

Drama

Car Rides

kayeflayer

2 min read

This is not a poem, sorry prompt writer.

Mark looked at Marie. Her jaw rested solemnly on her palm as she stared out the car's window. He bent over the middle armrest, his eyes looking hard at her. Marie's eyes flickered over the window. Mark gazed through her hair at the scene outside of her window, what in the world made her content to have her cheek pressed up against the cold pane, looking s...

YA fiction