Karlena

She/her. I love dystopian books✨I play electric guitar and even though I’m only a teen I think older music is the good music✨My favorite bands are Aerosmith, Nirvana, Metallica, and Negazione✨

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Karlena

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The Revolutionary

Karlena

1 min read

The casket was ajar, but there was no lifeless face to stare into, no cold body stiffened with death. Instead his gun lay there like a trophy, the barrel warped and half-melted into an ugly crescent, dripping metal soldified in that twisted shape.

Beside the gun were charred black shreds of fabric, scattered limply on the purple velvet—his clothes. If you looked at them too long, you might convin...

Science fiction

YA fiction

dirty deeds

Karlena

1 min read

But what she said

always

went,

no matter what

because he

loved

her and she deserved

anything,

everything. He

“bought”

her jewelry from

large scale auctions.

They couldn’t cross borders

with their brand new lambo,

running

the risk of being caught.

But one person knew the

disgusting

truth, they were too close to him.

He told them everything, as a

final resort to

escape

from being good and liv...

Poetry

Crime

“I thought it was a prank…”

Karlena

1 min read

“I thought the letter was a hoax or a prank, I’m gonna be honest. But it most certainly wasn’t. Charon the ferryman himself appeared in my bloody living room and we descended through the new floor like it was water.”

“Yeah?”

“So, naturally, I said to the guy, ‘That’s not gonna stay like that forever, yeah? I mean, that’s gonna be… a floor again, right? Mate?’”

“Yeah.”

“He wouldn’t say anything to ...

Humour

Fantasy

Rigged

Karlena

3 min read

As I step into the arena, I begin to hear the crowd screaming in a language I can’t understand. Once in a while I can pick out names in amidst shouting.

“…Yuri… Pak Yan…”

“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel!”

“….Amira!”

The last one churns my empty stomach as I can’t stop myself from wondering what these aliens are chanting about me. Fear paralyzes me so suddenly that my “mulatto” guard walks right into my b...

Action

YA fiction