☆Kayla☆

United States

she/her
Eighth grader
Artist and singer
I'm tired

Message from Writer

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I've noticed my friends mess☆ge bo☆rds ☆nd mine is l☆cking
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-I did it ☆!
-I h☆ve two m☆in stories th☆t I'm working on c☆lled Minor Flaw and For the Love of-

Published Work

Minor Flaw (The Hunter pt. 2)


    When your fire burns bright, praise Keahi. The goddess of fire will pity you, for her own fire is burning out. When your brother dies, bow down to Cassius. The god of death will mourn your loss, for he’s lost a love. 
                                                                                   ...
    You have to be kidding, Oliver thought. He hoped to get rid of Valentine at the hall but Fate was a terrible worker. The raven wasn’t a fan of Valentine’s “energy” or how she presented herself. She wasn’t going to make it, he knew it the second she introduced herself. And yes, Oliver wasn’t a girl, a dude since day one.
    “H-hello Ethan, it’s great to meet you!” Ember stammered as she strolled toward the blonde. God she was hopeless, Oliver could see it, Ember knew it, and Ethan looked lost.
    
    “How do you know my name?” Ethan asked.
    “Mr. Ultra mentioned your name, remember?”
    “...Right!”
    Great, Oliver wasn’t stuck with one idiot...

Minor Flaw (side story)

    “Cassius,” he didn’t hear her. Volcana strolled the docks, catching up with her brother. 
    Cassius had a depressing aura surrounding him mother would say, “He’s in one of his moods. Let it pass.” Volcana couldn’t let this “mood” pass, she caused it. 
    “Cassius, Cassius!” The goddess reached for his shoulder but withdrew. She forgot how small and meager the brunette was, she could kill him with a single touch. He would come back though she didn't want to mess up the death cycle.
    “Cassius, I’m sorry! I should've kept you out of my plans. Helena is a monster and I’m blind by power!”
    Souls screamed from the dock's waters, trying to reach for the goddess' life. The docks of Thanatos lead every dreadful soul to a fiery doom. Though Thanatos was no more, his work lived in the docks and in Cassius.
    The brunette directed his gaze to the goddess, “I should’ve listened to Fate, no, I should’ve trusted Fate....

For the Love of- (Part 6)

I Don't See-



I don't see the point of eating on the weekends.
I have nothing important to do.

It has come to the point that my mama says,"Did you eat yet?"
I usually say, "No."
She always replies with "make sure you eat."

My parents don't force me to eat breakfast or lunch on the weekend.
I have to eat dinner but that's it.

One time my dad told me to eat and I said, "Eating is for the weak."
"Eating is for the strong." He said.
"True."


I ate a twelve pack of waffles that day.

For the Love of- (Part 2)

They'd call you-


My mama talks about her childhood all the time.
Her grandmother didn’t like it when she used slang, so she had to use “proper” english.
Kids would make fun of her and call her oreo. 

She said, “They’d call you oreo.
I didn’t like being something that gets crushed in my lunch. 


I know what they mean by oreo.

For the Love of- (part 5)

Her downfall was-



I've got a song stuck in my head.

I know the song
word 
for 
word.

The song is about Junior
and his mother's down fall,
her battle with addiction.

"All I ever wanted was a mother for the first time
Finally I could see you as the leader of the landslide"


Junior sings,
she's the reason of her own downfall.
She blames her family,
husband,
children,
but she's the reason for everything.

Junior will finally get his peace when his mother dies
"And maybe when she's dead and gone I'll get some sleep"

but for now
his mother walks the streets alone.

She was her downfall.

Mid-January Grab Bag

Mother of Death


Mother of Death lingered close but kept her distance.
Cloaked in a gown of snow,
sickle held low,
another life taken too soon.

She knew that waiting any longer would break the cycle,
and she wanted the boy.

The mother,
a peasant,
was hesitant and angry 
to see Death.
Clutching onto her boy,
desperately wishing to hear her son laugh again.

Death strolled forward.

The mother moved away.

Shrubbery grew around the pale feet of Death.
She knelt down and whispered sweet words into the child's ear.
A smile plastered her face.
For Mother of Death
is the Mother of Life.

Coconut Oil and Vaseline

How to stay warm during the winter.
1) Put lotion on your face, arms, and legs
2) Put Vaseline over the same areas
Now you'll be a little warmer this winter.

    I've seen my mama do this trick over the years and I never tried it until I was in the fourth grade. The only time I put on Vaseline was for my lips. The habit of biting your lips can be a horrible one and make your lips look like chewed bubble gum. I loved the way my lips would shine like the sun and have a new feel, Vaseline was my makeup. 
    Another time I put Vaseline on my eyebrows to lay them down. My eyebrows could audition to be a cast member in Grease.
    Did you know coconut oil becomes a liquid in the summer and solid in the winter? Yes? Welp, I'm the only one who didn't know. Coconut oil...

Minor Flaw (The Hunter)

   Ultra was a thriving town, then a city-state, now the capital of the country. The only reason Ultra survived for so long in this terrible world was because of hunters, the first and last line of defense against the monsters that roamed the country and ruled the world before giants or man, but presently live in the dust.
This day and age, we must question who the real monsters are.

    Ember did it. She finally did it. After months of training and pleading with her father, she made it to Ultra city. This city would change her life forever, for the better. 
Being accepted into the Hunter Academy was the easy part; Ember’s elemental control had gotten her a spot in the magic program. Staying was the difficult part. 
    She could have stayed in the city of Venus with her father and lived a comfortable life. No, Ember was going to be a charting hunter. She would soar...

Mid-January Grab Bag

Mother of Death


Mother of Death lingered close but kept her distance.
Cloaked in a gown of snow,
sickle held low.
Another life taken too soon.

She knew that waiting any longer would break the cycle,
and she wanted the boy.

The mother,
a peasant,
was hesitant and angry 
to see Death.
Clutching onto her boy,
desperately wishing to hear her son laugh again.

Death strolled forward.

The mother moved away.

Shrubbery grew around the pale feet of Death.
She knelt down and whispered sweet words into the child's ear.
A smile plastered her face.
For Mother of Death
is the Mother of Life.

The Drabble

Dear Lu Frank

"Why does life hate me, Lu?" Lauren exclaimed, drowning her sorrows in ice cream. The summer wasn't a new concept to Lu. Summer came and went every year. Nothing changed, except this year. Lauren found "the boy of her dreams". She asked him out, but she was quickly rejected. Lu didn't care about boys or anything romantic; she wanted to jump in the river.
“Lu, are you listening to me?”
“No, I'm not,” Lu stated. “You’re wasting your time with boys.” 
Lauren finished her ice cream and sighed. Lu asked, “Wanna watch a movie at my place later?”
“Sounds great.”

Ma'am

My mama says ma'am to her elders
Out of respect.
Every time she says "ma'am,"
The word pushes into my skin,
A tattoo.
A word of respect should not bother me.

A word used to keep power in check.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thank you, ma'am." 

A word of respect should not bother me.

"Yes ma'am." I say.
The word leaves a foul taste in my mouth.
I say ma'am for my mama
She wants me to be respectful.

Still,
A word of respect should not bother me.

For the Love of- (Part 4)

I Like Sitting-


I sit next to the new kid in my class. I used to sit by myself. 
I liked sitting by myself.
I think I liked being by myself sitting there.
My own bubble.
I’ve talked to him. He asked for a pen.
That was it.
I think










I miss my bubble.
It was biggish once.

For the Love of- (Part 3)

But I Don’t-

I have to write a poem for my language arts class.
I don’t know how to write a poem.
I did one time,
it was very short.

My home holds a family.
A family of three.
A family of three,
Forever it will
Stay.


It is very short. 
I don’t care.
I wrote a poem for God’s sake!






Never again.

For the Love of- (part 1)

The Sky Could-

I was laying on the ground one day.
I looked at the sky and thought, the sky could send a lighting bolt down and kill me.
But another thought came to me, what if I live?
What comes after this?
Will scientists come and take me away,
test on me?







I don’t know. 
I’ll just have to figure it out. 

The Artist

I'm the artist to everyone 
in my family.
I take the title with pride for years.
But now...

I want to be a writer,
nobody knows.

I'm an artist
and a writer.

Grandpa's Basement

The basement stairs scream in pain under tiny bare feet.
Hands slam the wall as a greeting.
All you hear is,
thud as feet land on wooden planks.
Two extra children 
joined my twin and myself,
lavender from their mother lingered off freshly pressed clothes,
funeral clothes.
We watch our cousins
like foreigners lost in another country.
The closet door cracks like thunder rolling through the night.
My hands tingle
rope pressed deep into the skin,
a container of half a century toys
perfect for newcomers. 
GI Joe
for Mabel and I,
tiny soldiers,
heroes.