Keegan Zile

I love writing! My favorite genres are Dystopian, YA Fantasy/Fiction, Romance, and Historical Fiction. Would love feedback to help me grow💖

Keegan Zile

I love writing! My favorite genres are Dystopian, YA Fantasy/Fiction, Romance, and Historical Fiction. Would love feedback to help me grow💖

Love And War

Keegan Zile

2 min read

Kylo stood at the door, his broad bare back facing me. Chills ran down my skin, wondering what he was thinking. He sighed and walked over to his dresser and grabbed his shirt. I was somewhat sad to see his body covered up in the cloth. He walked out without a word to me, and I huffed. ‘Who was he to think that he could leave without saying anything to me.’ I thought. “I wouldn’t be upset if I were you.” Gracelyn my maid commented. “Huh?” I asked spinning around in my chair, suddenly feeling naked in my nightgown. “Don’t be sad dear. He’s usually gruff when things like this happen.” She said smiling. None of the gaurds or other captives on the ship knew I was really a prisoner. A rebel at that. One he was using to get information. But the words she said peaked my interest. “What do you mean Grace?” I said, cringing. My father would shoot me with a blaster if he found out I addressed an elder with her first name. “You are very slow dear.” She chuckled and it took everything in me not to use Jedi mind tricks to get her to tell me. “He loves you. But he doesn’t know how to feel. No one does actually. He’s happier around you, brighter and dare I say not as evil.” I shook my head. There was no way. Sure he was hot beyond expectation and he was sweet to me, even though I was his captive. But he couldn’t love me, could he? He was about to start a war with the rebels, he was about to kill the people I cared about for power. Gracelyn noticed my silence. “And I’ve wondered, if you could love him too?” I wondered the same thing the night he kissed me and told me that he would burn the world to make me happy. When he kissed my neck and hummed against my skin. When he danced with me at the Emperor Ball. And especially when he held me last night, crying as he admitted he was wrong to confess such things. I looked at the old maid. I knew if there was anyone in the Galaxy I could trust with my life, it was her. “To be honest, I think I might. I’m just scared of what will happen if I tell him.” I could feel tears reach my eyes. Oh darling don’t cry.” She said as she wrapped an arm around me. “The way I see it, He will give you Death and you will love him for it.” That statement shook me to the core. I scooted back and stared into her eyes, she wasn’t joking. I sighed and went to the closet and dressed myself as she left. When she did I sat back down, this time on the floor, and said aloud what I feared most. “If he gave me death, I would love him for it.” I heard a clatter and looked up. Kylo. He dropped his helmet. I stood up, realizing my cheeks were burning and picked it up for him. When I looked into his eyes I saw the hunger I had seen when he kissed me the first time. “You love me?” He asked, his deep voice surprising me again. “Yes, I do.” I said as he grabbed the helmet from me. “I would watch the world burn for you Kylo.”

Science fiction

Romance

Risk

Keegan Zile

1 min read

Hey! I know this may seem sudden, but I had to say it. Honsetly it’s been nagging at me ever since we started messeing each other. Your an amazing guy, a beautiful person, and you have a heart that is so fierce and on fire for life. I like you. A lot. I have for about a year now. I didn’t even think you noticed me, then you did. You’ve made me feel loved and seen like I’ve never felt before. I’m so glad you’ve come into my life! Sometimes I believe that I love you and I think I do. Your my best friend, you’ve helped me through things that I didn’t think I could get through, and most of all you’ve pushed me to be my best self. I hope you like me too.

Romance

Run.

Keegan Zile

2 min read

My heart raced as he walked towards me. My brother had just killed my father. His bloodstained hands were hanging at his sides. My breathing became faster, my body was telling me to run. But for some odd reason I stayed. He locked eyes with me and chills ran down my spine, he meant to do it. As the realization hit me, my hands flew to my mouth to cover up the scream that was begging to break loose. “What’s wrong sister?” He asked in a way that made me want to punch him. “Why,” I swallowed hard. “Why did you kill him?” I had stood by my brother through years of him and my fathers disagreements. Why had he killed him? They never seemed bad enough, they never came out bruised. Then a thought hit me, ‘had mom really died of a stroke, or was that Jason’s reason for killing our father?’ “I had to darling. I had no choice.” His manic smile broke through and I wanted to cry. “No you didn’t.” I said definatly. His face turned cold, but suddenly I wasn’t scared. “What did you say?” “I said you didn’t need to kill him!” I yelled. Bad idea. He stalked towards me like a animal with its prey. He grabbed my arm and I winced, he’s gotten strong. “Take. It. Back.” He whispered. “No, Jason. This isn’t you. Please.” I didn’t want to plead with him but I had to. “Love does crazy things to people, Ray. You of all people should understand that.” He had that manic look in his face again. I looked behind him at our dad, laying on the floor in his own blood. I wanted to be sick. “Can I go up to my room?” I asked, letting the tears flow now, I knew he couldn’t stand it when I cried. “Fine, don’t expect me to be here when you come back down, or him.” He said and pointed to him over his shoulder. I nodded and he let me go. I calmly walked into my room and closed the door. When I was sure Jason wouldn’t follow me or was too busy trying to get the scene clean I grabbed my leather bag from my bed. I jammed it full of essentials I would need for a month or two. I then slowly opened the window and climbed out. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I was going to Mayas house. Her dad was a cop. He would find a way to stop my brother and put him where he belongs, and keep me safe. When I finally got to the huge 3 story colonial style home I was so tired I felt like I would faint. When Officer Wells opened the door I let myself cry, really cry. He took me in one of his big arms and led me inside to a big black couch. He sat in front of me but I didn’t look up. “What happened Ray?” He asked slowly. Part of me wanted to keep this secret in my heart u til it killed me. But a bigger part, a tired part of me, was going to tell him everything. I owed nothing to Jason. He owed me nothing. I was done taking his side, I was finally gonna choose me. “He killed him.” I heard a gasp from the kitchen and Maya ran to me and wrapped her arms around me as I whispered, “Jason killed my dad.”

YA fiction

Crime

The Picking

Keegan Zile

2 min read

I tied my hair back into a think brown ponytail. Today was the day of the pick. Govener Wilson is going to pick eight of us to live with him, we each get eliminated one by one until only one of us is left. I never understood the point of it all, especially since the governor has seven children. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the blazing sun with the rest of section 7. All of the 16-18 year old residents stood in a straight line in front of the stage, and so did I. My heart hammered in my chest. If I survived this, what would happen to me? To my siblings? To the orphanage? I shook my head as the governors assistant shifted through names. “One Child. One Chance.” I whispered. The governors assistant pulled out a name, and without looking handed it to the governors wife. She delicately opened the letter. I always liked her, she had a quiet sense of power about her. She gasped and looked in my direction. I had met her in the town a couple of days ago and she bought me a honey cake. So why did she look so scared? She walked up to the podium and held the mic in her shaking hand. “The child that will join my husband and I in the capital is” she paused and nodded to someone in the crowd and a cry arouse, my skin crawled. “Rosa Lane.” It was me. My mouth fell open and I immediately looked for my sibilings, I had to say goodbye. But before I could even say anything two guards led me to a car, not a bucket one, but a sash car. One only the Ones or Twos owned. A man in a boy in a white suit sat in front of me. “Hello.” I said as we started moving. He lifted up his head and I gasped seeing the scar across his eye. “What happened to you?” I asked scooting slightly closer. “They did.” He was a rebel. I scooted back. “They wouldn’t do such a thing. I met the governors wife and even spoke to her, they couldn’t have.” Fear flooded me as realization crept in, this wasn’t a friendly invite, it was a way of restoring order, a way of getting rid of what was unfit for society. “Well kid, they did. And they’d do it to you without heasitaion.” I could see his brown eyes now, he looked like he’d been crying. “What’s your name?” I asked scooting back over. “Ryln.” He said coldly. “I’m Rosa. You can call me Ro.” I smiled and he trued to smile back, but the scar prevented him from reaching his full grin. “Friendly tip, no one’s your friend here, not even me. I could turn on you any second. Find something worth fighting for and you’ll survive.” I nodded, he sounded and looked like a two. Polished and ready for anything. I closed my eyes and thought of Ryan and Grace. How mom died and I had to take care of them, how Madam Lucile took us in. How Grace loves flowers and Ryan wants to be a musician. That’s what I would fight for, and win for. I would win for them.

YA fiction

Never Again

Keegan Zile

2 min read

Tears flow down my face as he held the knife against my throat. It shouldn’t have gone this way, we were supposed to save each other, but instead we destroyed each other. “Aspen. Please.” I begged, my words could barley be heard above the roar of battle outside his door. “I love you.” Something in his eyes softened and he lowered the knife. I took a deep breath taking in all the oxygen I needed. He sat down on a velvet chair that became covered in dust from years of neglect. I sat beside him, not knowing what to say. “We can’t do this Lyla. We can’t pretend anymore.” My head shot towards him as he said this. “Do what?” “This?” His hands went between the two of us and I knew what he saying, and it broke my heart. “Aspen, we can do this, we will get through this. I promise.” “Stop it!” He yelled standing up, clutching the knife in his hand. “We can’t! We can’t do this Lyla! Stop pretending it’s all okay when it’s not!” My heart sank and my chest physically hurt. He was breaking it off, like none of the last four months meant nothing to him. I balled my hands into fists and looked him in the eyes. The memories flashed through my mind like a movie. The day we met, I was in the forest hunting a coroxs and he was hunting me. The corox almost killed me, he killed it. The night we officially met, The Warday ball. I was in a pink gown and he was in a beautiful black tux, his brown hair slicked back in the usall fashion. The way we danced like we were the only people in the room. The day he told me he loved me as we planned a way to bring our kingdoms together, when he kissed me like I was the most precious thing on earth. Now it all meant nothing. He meant nothing. My father was right, never trust a Maloan, they’re too weak to stand a fight. “Fine then.” I picked up the bow and arrow I had thrown to my side and cocked it. I could see his face on the other side of the arrow. “You scared? Good.” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Lyla, please.” “It won’t work Aspen. My people were born and raised to kill, this is what I was created to do.” I let go of the arrow and it wizzed through the air, and landed in his chest with a thud. He sank to the ground and fresh tears reached my eyes, I had no regret, I couldn’t. I am the crowned Princess of Aranon. I had no room for distractions or silly fantasies. I walked to the boy and pulled the arrow out of his chest before whispering. “Never again.”

Fantasy

YA fiction