Miss Kris

Joined January 2021

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Bio

Lover of red wine, animals, family, and fiction. I am an avid short story writer and have won NANOWRIMO four years running.

I also love to run 5ks, hike, find obscure coffee and book shops, and am a sucker for some good dark chocolate.

Stories (9/0)

The Soldier and the Girl
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She knew when he would be off doing essential things like gun training or special meetings and time it so she was long gone before he returned. But in that small moment when she was all alone looking out on a world she had never stepped foot in, she found peace.
By Miss Krisabout a year ago in Fiction
The Contract Killer
“CLAP! CLAP!” Right on target. I unscrew the silencer then disassemble the rest of the rifle, counting in my head. 36 seconds.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Criminal
The Art of Life
My hands instantly went clammy at her words, the palms slick enough to wipe on my jeans and leave dark tracks. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest completely and plop out onto Ms. Savannah’s desk so we could watch it die together.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Motivation
Drowning in a Wine Glass
12-18-20 My therapist thought it would be good for me to start writing down my feelings since I seem to keep them bottled up inside. To make her happy, I went out and bought this cute little black book, which, according to her, will help me ‘heal’. I’m not sure if this will ultimately end up helping me, but at this point I’ll try anything to start getting my life back to some kind of normal.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Humans
Top Story - January 2021
Not Paying it ForwardTop Story - January 2021
Have you ever waited in the drive-thru line at one of those chain coffee shops and when you get up to the window the barista lets you know that the car in front of you paid for your order? You tend to get that warm and fuzzy feeling because a complete stranger would go out of their way to put a smile on your face. Of course, you now feel obligated to pay it forward and offer to pay for the car behind you, and then they pay for the next car, and on, and on, and on…
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Feast
Saying Goodbye to 45
Dear Donald J. Trump, As I write this I am in quarantine in my office at home. I have a comfortable daybed, a nice desk to write at and, of course, my laptop and all my books. What more could a girl like me want, am I right? Maybe a kiss from my daughter before she goes to sleep at night? Maybe the chance to sleep curled up next to my snoring husband? Maybe the chance to go to work so I can provide for my family? Unfortunately, those are things I cannot do at the moment at the risk of stopping my daughter from going back to in-school learning, or my husband from finishing the kitchen remodel he has been doing for an 80-year-old woman.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in The Swamp
Trapped in Freedom
Her key slid into the lock of the dingy bronze doorknob. She turned her wrist and then put all her weight against the door, as it consistently stuck in its frame when the weather turned cold. The hallways in her apartment building were not heated and at times she found she could see her breath come out in white puffs as she trudged from the stairs to door 302.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Journal
Into the Autumn Night
The moon cast down its soft glow onto the small sleeping village, causing ink-like shadows to form around the corners of buildings and in short alleyways. A gust of wind that held a hint of winter in its breath rustled the last of the autumn leaves that clung desperately to the skeletal branches of trees that lined the cobblestone streets.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Families
Tree
The sun shone high in the noon day sky as birds twittered and bugs buzzed through the lazy heat and blue air. The tree spread her branches out wide and shook her glistening green leaves, disturbing a squirrel that was on the hunt for some seeds. He chittered his displeasure, jumping stealthy to her sister’s branch where he scurried into her depth and disappeared.
By Miss Kris3 years ago in Wander

Miss Kris

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The Soldier and the Girl

The Contract Killer

The Art of Life

Drowning in a Wine Glass

Not Paying it ForwardTop Story - January 2021

Saying Goodbye to 45

Trapped in Freedom

Into the Autumn Night

Tree

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