Khloe Kammerzell
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Stories (3/0)
The Incendiaries
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. When I was a child they were only myths, rumors spread by travelers and villagers familiar with the stories. My mother knew the Vardian Prophecy well, reciting it to us often in the glow of the fireplace before bed. The land will perish, the mountains will fall, and the Fire Queen will rise again upon the return of the dragons. She will be your salvation. Her voice was always warm and soft with the words, cradling us into a hopefulness everyone else had abandoned years ago. For people like her, this prophecy was more than a story spread through taverns, more than whispers after dark. It was religion. An inevitable fate. The dragons would come, and the Fire Queen would rise.
By Khloe Kammerzell2 years ago in Fiction
Quiet Places
Alone It is undoubtedly in the quiet places that we are the most honest with ourselves. It is in the quiet places that we lose ourselves, we find ourselves, and we step into ourselves. It is a big step, I know, you have to gather yourself up from wherever you were, pull your energy back from whoever you were with, and swim in it. Drown in it. Because of this, people become codependent. They see themselves standing alone in a quiet place and they don’t like what they see, they don’t like what they will think. They don’t want to be alone, it’s too overwhelming a thought. So they deny it, wholeheartedly.
By Khloe Kammerzell6 years ago in Humans
The Anatomy of a Wallflower
Thoughts Wallflowers spend most of their time inside their heads. A vast space in their minds is taken up by deep, unstructured thoughts. These thoughts flourish in the compartments they don’t share with others. These thoughts could build empires and slaughter norms. These thoughts have turned them into wallflowers, because they are not the same thoughts you find in every being. Not even close. These thoughts will never become real enough to satisfy this select group of humans, either. Wallflowers weren’t meant to share what they feel, and when they finally manage to put these thoughts into words, it comes out alarmingly wrong, and nobody understands the importance these thoughts hold within them. Words ruin things. Nobody can grasp the meaning behind their thoughts, and nobody can relate to them in any other way than the way society has taught them to. And this way isn’t enough. It never has been. It never will be. So hidden they remain.
By Khloe Kammerzell6 years ago in Humans