Runner. Writer. Singer. Guitar player.
I'm Kristan. 19, located in the wonderous city of St. Louis. I am in college at SEMo studying Secondary English Education, English Literature, and Creative Writing.
Why can’t I be as good as any of you? :,(
Therefore, synopsis writing time! Hell yeah :) Although I feel like that may be harder…..
The plants crunch beneath your belly
As you push your way up to your hammock,
The dark green contrasting with your bright yellow skin.
Your eyes pull me right in
As you sprint to the front of your cage
To attack my flashlight,
That just happened to fall in front of you.
I show you a worm,
and you get berserk,
You crazy little lizard.
You run around the cage
you come to a stop,
realizing you’ve yet to catch a bug,
You crawl back up on your hide,
staring back at me with
You come running back again as I
get the bowl back out,
only this time,
with a snap of your jaw,
You lock eyes with the worm,
and it tries to scurry away,
but you’re too fast for it.
You propel yourself forward
and yank the worm into your mouth
and sallow it whole.
You pull yourself back into your
drift into a peaceful sleep,
images of dust-covered crickets
prancing through your imagination
as you dream.
Fear makes his way through the crowds,
His icy, decaying hands gripping
each person as they pass by.
He is unnoticed to the naked eye,
but is felt by all.
His dark, burlap cape swishes in front of him,
covering his face,
not letting anyone see him in his everyday form.
He changes who he is
Every time he encounters a new person.
Death for the elderly,
poverty and unhappiness for the adults,
And perhaps her’s in the form of a clown
Or a clap of thunder
for the small children that he sees.
Fear pushes all his fellow emotions aside,
Not letting Happiness,
Come through and make their way into his limelight.
It’s with his greatest joy
that Fear overcomes all other emotions
and take’s control of people’s lives.
The wind whispers as it rushes past,
The chilling breeze sending shivers up your spine.
Your bones ache
With every touch of snow
Hitting your bare arms.
You wander across the fields of white,
of branches breaking beneath your feet,
Hidden by a blanket of white.
Silence surrounds you,
and everything is still.
Not even the quaint chirp of a cricket
disturbs the tranquility of this
You glance into the mirror,
Holding your breath as
You take in your appearance—
You bit your lip
And close your eyes.
A man passes behind you,
and you look at him with
Jealousy fills your stomach as you
realize he has everything you want.
You realize that he is what you to be—
A writer, lover friend,
As you glance into the mirror a second time,
You realize you can be just like him—
Everything you’ve ever wanted.
You freeze as you take a step into my mind,
The chill of winter freezing you to your very bones.
There’s nothing you can o or say
As my thoughts, the call of a raven, echoes all around you.
You’re trapped here.
Your worries and fears
Bounce off my crumbling stony walls
Of this ancient castle.
He doesn’t knock on your door,
No he doesn’t ask to come in.
He doesn’t wait for you to answer,
He doesn’t wait for you to sin.
He’ll sneak in through the window,
Come crashing through the door,
Never when you’re expecting him,
Perhaps you’ve already started to snore.
He’ll grip you in his moldy hand,
with his fingers around your neck,
He’ll pull you down towards him,
No one will get your final text.
He won’t tell anyone he took you,
Until it’s far too late,
You’re already long gone,
and only he knows your fate.
Cries of panic filled the street,
And girls had long been weeping,
For the music sensation was no more,
Gone was Justin Beiber.
No more “”Baby”
or any other song,
No more confusion
About his gender,
No more singing
Along with him,
But me, I fear
I am far to overjoyed,
That his “music” no longer
fills the streets,
My ears once again
Your heart is kept
16 inch by 16 inch
stored in the bottom of your closet.
You pull the box out daily,
Pouring out your heart,
Onto the paisley bed.
You bite your lip
as you pick up the shards
One by one,
A shard showing your first date,
A shard showing her love,
A shard for your first kiss,
A shard for your love,
A shard for your hate.
And once you’re done
wallowing in your sadness,
You place your heart back into the box
And store it away,
Where it can’t be broken.
Wind blows across the garden.
Something stirs within the garden.
Something emerges from the garden.
You’re attacked by the creature of the garden.
You try to escape the haunted garden.
You are eaten by the garden.
They come in the night,
When you are fast asleep,
To feast on your brains,
Your bones that they keep.
You cannot hide,
For you are one of their own,
You know their ways,
Their secrets you’ve shown.
There’s no way to escape them,
For wherever you go,
They WILL find you.
Well, that’s cannibalism, you know.
Blood red paper,
dark brown ink,
held shut with a crimson seal.
You open the letter slowly,
scared of what you may find
beneath the hard, pressed wax.
You slide your finger underneath,
breaking the seal,
pulling out the paper curiously
as you see the words
You drop the letter
as if it burns your hand
as you realize what it is.
Your own personal invitation to hell.