K. E. Diller

Adventures We Shouldn’t Have Taken: Scene Two

“You’re an idiot.” He started speaking before my eyes were fully open, pausing in his cleaning of my wounds. “I actually fancy myself quite the genius, dear brother. Terribly rude of you to contradict me, and on my sick bed no less.” This earned me an eyeroll, accompanied by a sigh of relief he thoughtContinue reading “Adventures We Shouldn’t Have Taken: Scene Two”

Prompt: November 9th, 2020

Winter is the only time two lovers can be together, for whatever reason.

Burning History

The light crossing her face is soft orange and unsteady.

Awe

I am in awe of you
The way you think
And teach

Prompt: November 2nd, 2020

Write a story that contains ONLY dialogue.

NaNoWriMo

So I’ve never done this before and I won’t lie, it scares me. However, given the lot the universe has handed me, I think this challenge is what I need. For those of you who don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It’s an event throughout the month of November in which writersContinue reading “NaNoWriMo”

I’m Still Here, I Swear

I know that I have been MIA for quite some time. Life has turned quite hectic and has demanded that I do some prioritizing. Now that I’ve had a second to breathe, I wanted to loop y’all in on the new plan.

Red Curls

This poem is about a feeling I’m not sure that you’re supposed to start this way But here we are This poem is about the way the sun dances Dances with each vibrant curl Catching red and gold and copper as it goes This poem is about the dapples across your body EachContinue reading “Red Curls”

Riot of Sound

If I am silence Then you Are the embodiment of sound This comparison is something Of a stretch Silence not being in my nature But nevertheless You are the sound To my silence Every single thing you do Comes with a soundtrack Tapping, whistling, singing, humming You are vibrant and fullContinue reading “Riot of Sound”

Syndication: Scene One

The limp form is slumped just a meter or two from Delia’s feet, close enough to note the slow spread of a stain across the figure’s chest. “Are you alive? Please groan if you’re alive.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper and she goes to chastise herself when a low gurgle meets herContinue reading “Syndication: Scene One”