Kristen Keenon Fisher

Joined May 2021

71 stories

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"You are everything you're afraid you are not."

-- Serros

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Lay Down Your Earnings
*Lift your dollars High* Raise up your low addictions I sell lies, I sell lies Though you will not see it here I AM Holier than the DOW....
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
We Cast Our Light Into the Sky with Tall Wonder and Inherited Pillars of Salt.
Walk away, The battle isn't worth the bleeding nowadays. Catching strays, everywhere there hands are reaching And No one's safe...
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
Fracture
(Masculine Voice) “What if there is no way to truly die?” Jonah listened to his favorite podcast, The Rabbit Hole, as he zig-zaged the familiar potholes of King Street.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Fiction
Signal
The pulsing calls in waves, softly. Constant. I know hands are for forging. Feeling. I kept you like a secret. Safely. I know arms are for holding. Healing.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
Blasphemer
Forward walk the damned With their tongues ripped from their throats The Djinn twist their souls...
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
Siamese. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
Investigation into the death of Dr. Mia Navarro 1st Interview: Agent John Macnamara Three officials sit behind a glass wall, faces dimly lit, silhouettes more than people.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Fiction
We Own the Night
My effort ends where my pleasure stops My love begins when my hunger starts I hate your friends but I love this part Skin to skin like we're body art
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
Tenant. Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Knock, knock. I came to. Unaware that I had even drifted off. Was that knock real or had I dreamed it? The rain played the evening’s soundtrack. Calm. The clock said twelve, but it always said that. It’d decided who it was.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Fiction
Mixed Signals
...... I'm not empty, I'm fine, just a thought away from freeing up the space in my mind. I'm just waiting in line, forwarded my number, call me up when you get the time. Show me your sleeves, and I'll show you mine, I've been drinking, drowning seeing you with some other guy. It's not envy, it's wine, and the stain is not my bleeding heart it's just the design.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Poets
Broken Promises
I hold memories Guilty as the fallen leaves Sweet lies in summer `````````````````````` Come clean in autumn Crushed and poured in the hourglass
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Poets
The Scabs of Healing
I pack my last shirt. The light slowly pricks my skin. Like a waking limb. ---------------------------------- I'm leaving for good.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Poets
I Love You Different. Top Story - September 2025.
You dance like the wind moves through the leaves at noon. Is that you? I mean the real you. The one that prays alone. Safe and quiet.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Poets