The air’s saturated. Heavy. Hot. Humid. Impossible to feel warmth from the evening sun on unavoidably damp skin. A tangerine hue blends...

Snapshots. That’s how he got up here. The green duffle bag had been under his bed. Already packed, though not well. How was he supposed...

I stare at my knees. My lost day has been given back to me. Carol comes to check my pulse. She sticks the thermometer in my ear, sets my...

Nights like this. But one last pint to pour. And, with the glass in her fingers, she moves. Bites her lip, as she grins for the golden...

We sit at the wooden bench closest to the boatyard. The congestion of the city a few blocks beyond the back door of The Net can’t reach...

Boots skid through the skinny puddles of beer on the red floor. Dancing as the music’s turned up with the last set of the band. Stepping...

Can’t talk about it. Can’t even think about it. Can’t figure out how to ask. You’ve tried. Kind of. Pushed aside by yourself until it’s...

For the moment, she’s the force behind the calm. Encouragement and serenity pressed in-between the lines of each report. And it’s...

I’m not even sure what to say. I did love him – for whatever reason. I still feel him in my chest when I think of losing him and the...

Jane heard a set footsteps scuff past. Goosebumps came from a shiver up her spine. Her body pulsed around her, the hard surface pushing...

8:20. The clock has stopped and you don’t notice. One last shift of the minute hand before it freezes, locked into the early morning...

The is the last piece of assessment I will share. It is the first act of a play about insanity. Enjoy, xx, Kristin . . . . . . . . . . ....

My next piece of assessment is a short story. There is no original on this blog. Enjoy! xx, Kristin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ....

I’ve decided to begin posting the work that I’d submitted for this term’s final assessment. My grades have been received and I am quite...

I’d never seen something so calm – so beautiful. The way it grazed the land. Like a hand stroking the surface of the earth. Turning and...

Gentle waves that rode along the surface of the dark river swirled with haste. The rain from the last week had caused it to swell in its...

The other side of the creek. I can see it from here, hiding behind rosebushes and ferns that shadow me. Only, I know they way across...

A rare breeze caught the hanging cloths as they dangled from wooden poles of a makeshift tent. Tied together and knotted to the warn...

It began in the basement. Why does it always begin in a basement? We were huddling, scared of the storm that was destroying everything we...

This is an excerpt from The Animal. I had posted the first few pages from this piece before which you can see by clicking this link – The...