Kiana Alejandra
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
Kiana Alejandra
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
The waters know what it means to be battered
to and fro.
They don’t fear the sharp rocks
as they slam against them.
They crave the smoothness of the sands
as they wash up against their soft whispers.
The waters wade in solitude because they are creators of storms.
They are gentle at the heart of chaos.
The waters know they come from the tears of happy souls
whose smiles never quite...
I don’t understand why he hates me. All I did was kiss his hungry lips. He asked for it. He begged me to tear the damp pink flesh from his face, exposing his teeth for me. His smile was beautiful.
Blood dripped down his chin as he let out a gurgled scream. He sank to his knees and buried his head in his hands. He was beautiful.
Those tears rolled down his smooth cheeks as they mixed with the b...
I watched Reese cradle his head in his hands while we sat on a wooden bench outside of the Spinning Bike saloon.
Fifteen minutes earlier, Reese had stormed into the bar with an unreadable expression on his face. Normally, I would have told him to get a drink and sit at the bar while I worked or to come back after my shift.
But something was off, and even though I was mostly curious about this ...
As the darkness sank into her veins she felt the evil take her over. The moon was full and the light emanating from it was dimmed, like a shadow had settled over it like fog.
Black streaks spread on her skin like the roots of a tree. It only lasted for a few seconds. If one blinked they would have missed it. Her skin was pale and beads of sweat broke through her skin.
Her blood felt like it wa...
I cursed as the sleeve of my jacket got caught on the jagged edge of a metal fence, forcing me to a complete stop. As soon as I dislodged myself from its grip I started off again picking up my speed until I could no longer hear anything but the sound of my feet thundering against the pavement.
I don’t know how long I’d been running, only that I had to, according to Emory. He was about 200 yards ...
Ferris kissed me on the mouth and it didn’t feel right. His lips were a bit chapped, which I already knew given how many times I’ve scolded him for never having chapstick handy.
We lived in Ohio where the snowy tempests did not relent during winter months and any sort of skin exposure was subjected to forming fissures as deep at the Grand Canyon.
I don’t want to complain about the awkwardness o...