Kristina Brule
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I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have two poetry books and one fiction book published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am
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Dear Me
Dear Me: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let you down when you were younger. I’m sorry I made you feel less than, not good enough, and stressed out. I’m sorry that I failed you by not believing in you. That I let people talk to you the way they did. That I didn’t stand up for us. I let us be belittled, yelled at, abused, and used. I let us be neglected, starved, and scared. I should've yelled back. I should’ve protected us from those harming us. All the pain and misery you took will help you in the future, but that doesn’t mean you deserved it. Just because something made you stronger and smarter doesn’t mean it was helpful, worth it, or deserved. You deserved happiness and love. You deserved a fun, nurturing childhood free from fear and worry.
By Kristina Brule4 months ago in Humans
Knight vs Dragon . Content Warning.
“You don’t get it do you? All those times you lied to me, all the times you hit me, it built up to this. You deserve this. No one will be sad you’re gone. They all know that you are as big of a loser as you pretend not to be. It’s hard to miss the scent of the alcohol on your tongue, even your clothing. Sometimes even the scent of my blood lingers on you. I could make this fast and get it over with, but no, you don’t deserve that. This knife and you will be best friends while I take my time and savor this sweet revenge of mine.Stop moving, you're going to make me madder. Listen. No ones looking for you, no ones coming here, stop fighting. It took me a long time to find this courage so I will keep it for as long as I can. First I will start with your hands, the hands you used to reel me in then cast me out. One finger at a time. One, and two.Oh no you don’t get to leave this party early! You’re going to miss the fun part if you pass out silly! I have so much planned for us. You always said I wasn’t fun and I was too bland. What's the matter? you don’t like spontaneous and fun me? well Let me tell you a story of a young girl who lost her will to be fun. There's a twist to it though, While I tell you it, I'll carve it into your skin as well, so if they find you, they will also know it. Now, now, stop squirming, it’ll be ok. You can yell all you want. Hunny the neighbors are used to it, no one will come. Just shut up and listen. The more you move the more it will hurt, now don’t mess up my picture.”
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Fiction
My Love Letter To You
Sometimes I think back on my first love. The one that started it and ended it all. You know I should have seen it coming, the love, pain and regret. Even through all the hurt, I will still love you till the end. This letter is to you. I remember how it all started, how you came about. Here goes nothing.
By Kristina Brule2 years ago in Fiction
