Sarah Spradlin

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about him that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight off me.
The faces stared back at me blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell me the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the…[Read more]

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight off me.
The faces stared back at my blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the whole…[Read more]

“Well…um…maybe someone else would like to say something?” I asked, trying hard to move the spotlight of me.
The faces stared back at my blankly.
“Fine,” I said. “Tell the problem, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“You should know what the problem is,” one little old lady screeched at me.
“She can’t remember,” another argued.
Suddenly the whole…[Read more]

@warrioroftherealm Welcome to the topic. Idaho! That’s great. 😀
@daeus I envy you. I’ve always wanted to look like a movie star!!!!!!!

…”Uh,” I pause, trying to remember any “ideas” I might have had before I passed out. The funny thing is, I’ve never met these people before in my life. How could they possibly know who I am?
The red-headed man glares at me again and waits expectantly for me to speak. When I say nothing, he growls, “Tell us about your idea to save the world.…[Read more]

Everyone stares at me expectantly. I look around, waiting for someone to talk. The man with red hair folds his hands on the table.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says, impatiently.
I slowly rise from my chair. “Um…well, to be honest, I’m not really sure what’s going on here.” I glance at the big man, and his expression is confused but also cold.…[Read more]

Well @overcomer, @spradlin posted one of her poems here for critique, and later submitted it to KP right here.

She’s the secretary— she would know the rules. So as far as I can tell, it’s perfectly fine! 😀

Wow, thanks @overcomer! So glad you liked it! And guess what, I’d already replaced ‘the bow is not bent’ with ‘the bowstring is snapped’ long before you even suggested it. Well, you know what they say about great minds… 😉 😉 😉

Here, I’ll post the completely revised version and see if I caught everything— I do like the rhythmic flow, but…[Read more]

It looks cool, @daeus . Now, if only I can write a story short enough . . .

Sweet! @kate-flournoy I totally enjoyed this! It felt like an introduction or ballad from a novel, and a very exciting one too. I must say, I expected something cliche, but was surprised as I read to find that it never went there. A little corny, yes, but done right, if you know what I mean.

I agree with @hope that you should work on “The…[Read more]

Er… well… what’s the poem about? 😛