Kinetic Kenzie™'s Stories

Adrenaline Rush

2008-04-27T19:57:23Z

This was it, I thought to myself. One final leap off the enormous cliff and I would prove just how brave I was. I was so nervous that day that I found my heart skipping beats, as if even my involuntary actions were malfunctioning with the height. But with about twenty pairs of eyes drilling into my back, I wasn’t about to back down just because of one childish fear, and maybe a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was freezing, and the wind was whipping my hair around my face, not that I could feel it… my face was numb. I backed up about ten steps to get a running start. I pushed off with my feet as hard as I could off of the edge, and I flew. My stomach tingled as I experienced flight, if thats what you’d call jumping of a gigantic cliff for fun. It was all actually amazing, the view was spectacular… until I found myself ten feet from the icy cold water. Then the panic set in.

Beauty in My Eyes.

2008-03-25T00:50:20Z

The soft ground was crunching underneath my feet. Must be dirt. I could sense that a fairly large object was in front of me, and I heard a whinny. “You can go ahead and touch her now, Lydia.”I’ll touch it when I’m good and ready, I thought. I hate the pity, the loud talking. I’m not deaf, idiot, I’m blind, I wanted to say. I reached out in front of me and hit something in front of me. “Easy, now,” I muttered. The horses breathing slowed, and I could feel that it was relaxed now. I bent down further and put my foot into the stirrup. I slung my other leg over. I didnt have to say anything, the horse immeadiatly started walking and I hung on tightly. It was a soothing feeling to rock back and forth with the movements of the horse’s walking. “She is a black horse, Lydia,” the horse trainer said. All I had to do now was name her. I whispered into the horse’s ear: “You name is Beauty.” “Her name is Beauty,” I said. With that I squeezed the horses sides, and we cantered into the distance, Beauty would be my eyes

Heaven On Earth.

2008-03-24T20:02:11Z

I happened to be looking out my window in one instant. It was a moment that would change my life in some cruel twist of fate. I could vaguely see a short figure in the middle of the street.

A crack of lightning rippled across the sky and at that moment I saw a little short-haired girl in a knee-length summer dress. Her eyes were closed, and one of her hands held up high to the flashing sky above her. She was letting the rain fall against her pale face.

She was unusual though. When my eyes scanned the rest of her, I noticed two soaked wings, with rain dripping of of them. She was concentrating hard, as if willing the rain to soak her to the bone. She must have sensed me looking at her.

She turned towards me and opened her eyes. They were a deep violet, and seemed to be piercing into my soul. I was frozen, my mouth opened as if to say something but nothing came out.

But then I heard a voice in my head that said:
the lightning is beautiful, isnt it?

One Girl.

2008-03-24T01:30:08Z

when angels fall to earth, no one notices.
except an unsuspecting man.
dumbstruck, dare i say?

a crowd of one thousand in an arena,
and he sees a little girl in a wheelchair.
paralyzed, but far from sad.
she has a smile spread across her round face.
she’s listening intently, but she’s focusing
with her ears,
she cannot see him, her blue eyes are closed,
her blonde hair tucked into litte piggytails.
her hands folded.
as he reads another passage from the bible,
and begins his sermon,
he glances back towards her.
she smiles and nods at him,
and he continues.

as the man finishes up his sermon of faith,
he turns in the direction of that little girl in the front row,
she is crying,
and with tear filled eyes she mouths to him,
thank you.
he looks away, but in his mind he plans to go up to her afterwards and meet her.
because she made his day.
and he’d made hers.

the man looks back in her direction, he realizes she has disappeared.
funny, his sermon was about
angels on earth.

My Guardian Angel.

2008-03-24T00:59:37Z

you will never hurt me again.
day turns to night, and back.
and you think of me.
i know you do.
and i think of you too.
but not of what you think of me.
because you dont matter.
any longer…

i have a protector.
she will not fall.
made of stone,
and all my own.
my angel.

my prayers rise with her.
they float to the heavens,
and she gives them to God.
and he hears me say:

‘please give me the strength to endure hatred,
and the peace of mind, that their comments are wasted. dear god, please help me love my enemies.’

my guardian angel,
I know she’s looking down at me.
and she hears me talk to you.
and i say:

‘you will never step on me again.’

to love.

2008-03-24T00:44:24Z

if you would like to know the truth…
if it was up to me there would be
no hateful,
comments.
no itiotic,
threats.
there would be common,
sense.
which means…
no war, only peace.
no bulllies, only decent people.
there would be me,
and you.
there would be,
me,
and my friends.
we’d be the leaders for this,
generation.
and we’d lead the world,
and teach them all,
to love.

Letting Go.

2008-03-24T00:34:44Z

I was hunkered down into the snow, just waiting for someone to come and see me. To talk to me. To hug me. To keep me warm, and hold me and comfort me and never EVER let me go. But no one came. I sat there, in the three inch white powdery substance, and listened intently. My grandmother had always said that she’d always be with me no matter what. But I had just watched her casket being slowly lowered into the ground earlier this morning. I was in delirious disbelief. She was gone. My grandmother. Mine.
Cancer. The last time I had seen her was three months before she was diagnosed, and that was it. I couldn’t bear to watch my beloved comforter, my grandmother, slowly fall away from me. Too much pain. But as I sat in the snow, it seemed to be whispering to me. As if to say ‘its okay’. Winter was her favorite season. The wind seemed to be blowing harder now, more violently. More than once I remembered feeling a wrinkled hand on my shoulder. She’s saying goodbye, letting go.
I would remember her, always…