Killian Moore

I never wrote anything creative until college and even then I was hesitant. Help me keep creating! Maybe someday I’ll have a finished piece.

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Killian Moore

I never wrote anything creative until college and even then I was hesitant. Help me keep creating! Maybe someday I’ll have a finished piece.

Writings

Followers

Following

Serious

Killian Moore

5 min read

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

I tugged at the hem of the shorts Anna had put me in. It was a miracle my underwear wasn’t showing.

“You look amazing. You’ve barely gotten out since the beginning of term. I’m gonna get you a drink.”

Before I could grab her arm she slipped through the ascending crowd leaving me alone in a sea of drunk college kids. It was true that I hadn’t gotten ou...

Romance

Humour

Imagine

Killian Moore

2 min read

My papi used to call me sugar cause “there ain’t nothin sweeter than you.”

He’d hoist me up on his knee with a low pitched grunt and tell me to close my eyes.

“Imagine all you desire and tell me whatcha see. I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

I don’t remember what I said to him. My daddy tells me I’d always say somethin I already had or somethin that had already happened until one day I told him ...

He Was Right

Killian Moore

4 min read

“I wish… I wish…”

“Don’t you dare say it!”

His mouth fell closed. He stared, throat bobbing, I took a step back.

“Don’t soften the blow, don’t pretend that any of this mattered to you.” I turned and opened the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine then bustling through the drawers for a bottle opener.

“Sera can we please just-“

“NO!”

The drawer slammed shut and I pulled a glass from the hanging rack...

Romance

The Dark Mind

Killian Moore

2 min read

Every now and then, it seemed like she opened her mouth and two voices came out. At times it was even three or four voices depending on the topic at hand. Her head was filled with everyone else’s words and she was sick of it. When asked a question, she always had an answer, but it was never quite her own. An academic topic always seemed to bring forth the voices of her tutors. Politics were respon...

What To Do

Killian Moore

2 min read

“There’s gotta be something you can do, I mean isn’t there some sort of airport or bus or something?” I turned looking around the deserted train station for any sign of a solution.

The man behind the desk shrugged, “That’s one of the short comings of small towns. There’s not another train coming through until late tomorrow.” He slid the ticket across the counter.

I sighed but resigned to taking t...

Of Snow And Disdain

Killian Moore

4 min read

The world was blank. No color beyond white and perhaps a very light grey. Her fingers and toes were beginning to numb, but she stayed put in her makeshift bunker. Something would walk right into her den that she’d be able to take home to her family.

Patience was not a skill she came by naturally and, in most circumstances, it wasn’t a skill she displayed regularly. Hunting was the exception. She h...

Insurance

Killian Moore

3 min read

It had been years since we’d gone to see my uncle. Partly because he lived out in the middle of nowhere and partly because he and my dad didn’t get on. But dad was gone and mom said we needed something from uncle Orion before we hit the road for the summer.

Pulling off the main road was like entering a horror film. Paved road turned to gravel and the trees grew so thick that day seemed to turn to...

Silence

Killian Moore

4 min read

He wasn’t the quiet kid. At least he didn’t consider himself to be the quiet kid. He spoke when he had something to say and didn’t waste his breath otherwise. He sat in the back of his classes. He kept earbuds in while walking the hallways but no one knew there was never anything playing. When the bell rang at the start of first period, he would act as though he hadn’t heard the guys next to him ...

Romance

YA fiction

A Prince

Killian Moore

7 min read

A feast in honor of something I had little to do with. Being the second son and disgrace of the royal family with my particular… indulgences. My father still requiring my unseemly presence always appeared as a last ditch effort to force me into a roll I would never take. Of course my brother, Basilius, sat at his right hand as I entered through the large double doors a few minutes late. Conversati...

Love Burnt Out

Killian Moore

3 min read

I never wanted to lose a fifteen year friendship. God knows I did everything in my power to fix things. I can only grovel so many times before I start to lose respect for myself. Every time we argued in the past I would beg and crawl back on my knees to apologize regardless of who was in the wrong. All that ever mattered was preserving the friendship, but this time...

Before I really talk about th...

YA fiction