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Katalyst

Joined April 2010.

16 stories, 0 challenges, 2 comments, and 2 friends

Aspiring Philanthropist and successful graduate student. I’m a realist and an idealist. A dreamer and a liver am I.

Stories

  1. Bottled

    I am lost within the distance. I am here and my soul is not. Everyone I love brings me to life through their laughter and touch. I want to dance in the rain. I want to scream and know I will be heard. I want to be there for those who want me. “It...

  2. Opiate

    Memory, the opiate of the weak I choose freedom over a fix Though an addict can never forget temptation A dark being writhing within my intestines Alone in darkness shovel in hand I struggle Blisters appear on my hands as I dig a Dirty resting place ...

  3. Dark Eyes

    Dark eyes fill my consciousness. Sparks of possibility dance between us, a tentative lilt in their step. He watches me, what does he see? Laughter from the heart, followed by a curious silence, filled with an almost tangible attraction. I inhale the im...

  4. Fall

    Today feels like fall… dandelions sway and burst in the chill wind flowing across my perceptions I inhale life and exhale impossibilities and logical fallacies I’ve fallen back to a state once know and forgotten…GENESIS enveloped within the shift...

  5. Welcome Fair Travelers

    Welcome fair travelers of all kind My world is open to you and your mind If you be the interesting and adventurous kind For behind this door of wood or pine their lays a land for none, but mine Where unicorns are found at times and with dragons do I of...

  6. Allies

    Enveloped in the womb of conditional love my marble lips crack and shudder into the form of a smile My allies force solidarity upon me and I am no longer alone The comfort and yet lack of eloquence I find in the warmth of beer and friends begins to dra...

  7. An Autonomous Addiction

    Caught in the death spasms of a dream turned drug I shiver My addiction has turned against me Hate in his eyes and fear in his soul he reaches for a hammer His aim, to nail me in a fashion that would seer the passion out of any siren such as myself Wit...

  8. A Restaurant Known as Joy

    We didn’t even talk much on a daily basis. I came into work three days a week to help out at the NGO and most of my work did not require interaction with my co-workers. I spent my days reading dense cases from the African Commission on Human’s and ...

  9. A Restaurant Known as Joy

    “Hey, is there anyway you could get me a ticket? I mean, do you mind?” His voice broke into my phone call and I looked at him “You want to go to the comedy show?” I asked. “One second” I said and finished off my phone conversation. When I w...

  10. Harassment

    The atmosphere in Cairo is a medley of very different worlds. Like a group of bubbles made of active chemicals that have reactive effects. As a woman in Cairo I can’t walk on the streets and not expect to get harassed. Cairo is known for its sexual h...

  11. Eaten

    I can’t sleep. It’s 2am here and I’m wide-awake and less than enthusiastic. I got into bed at 12am tonight with every intention of sleeping, but it seems nature had another plan for me. At 1am I awoke to the all-together unpleasant sensation of b...

  12. Becoming

    The scent of green tea drifts Pages upon pages of meaningless destiny Here and yet already in a future I have painted I am unsettled I am and will be a mold of my own fashion Cages…I fashion cages measured to me I find the boundaries I place upon m...

  13. Forever

    In little ways you touch my life You touch my soul You remind me why you and I are forever Tonight I fell apart a little and little piece by little piece you put me back together. Washed my not so little feet with a little soap Little words of comfort...

  14. Crack

    Shards of pulsing fear lay at my feet. How can so many beautiful beings lay before me so broken? I reach out to them and I crack; A subtle weakness that remains in my character…or so they say. Reflected in their shadows I see expectations. Existence ...

  15. Pulse.2

    If she had taught me anything over our two years together it was to NEVER dismiss a psychic pulse. Lena liked to think that they acted as a form of spiritual guidance. I always countered with an anti-fate pro natural energy argument. At that point thou...

  16. Pulse

    Searing pain filled my lungs and I gasped. I knew it was her. Something was wrong. Where was she and what was causing her enough pain to send out such a strong psychic pulse? Lena had left two months ago with a backpack full of novels, a few maps, and ...

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  • Robert Quick
  • Mentis

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  • Mentis
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