Katherine Caruso
Stories (13/0)
The Legend of the Dove
Narrator 1: Kiev, Ukraine 1920 A.D Narrator 2: Their were two lovers in the land before time who shared a love so pure and divine. They lived in a town surrounded by tress and cute little squirrels, residing next to an ocean with oysters harboring pearls. Him and her were close in age and they both enjoyed performances on the towns stage. Picnics along the coastline was considered a rage and when they skipped rocks among the ocean, the quiet town heard their laughter all around.
By Katherine Caruso3 years ago in Humans
Unhappy- yet Brave
Light my soul on fire, fill my heart with nothing but desire, make me beg for more- refuel the spark before it dies out and leaves me cold and sore. I can't take it anymore- It's so easy to win my heart, but it seems to me we are falling apart.
By Katherine Caruso4 years ago in Poets
The Wise Old Owl
There was a wise old owl fidgeting in a tree—making a nest for her and her babies to rest. This wise old owl always stared at me from the tree, almost deciding if she could trust someone like me. Later on in the day on my way home from school, I looked at the tree and I heard a "crack, crack, crack," and then I see tiny little furry heads just begging to hatch.
By Katherine Caruso5 years ago in Petlife
Forgotten One
Hiding in the shadows humming herself to sleep, a frightened young women silences her every weep. Shielding her eyes from the moons glow, she starts to fade away leaving behind emotions that harassed her every day. Her emotions jump and scurry as they try to find another peaceful body, trying to make everyone forget that she was once alive. Up in heaven she asks what she had to do, but even up in heaven she was all alone too.
By Katherine Caruso5 years ago in Poets
Insanity
By the divines, I am denied…my only true sanity that once lived inside. Only know, does insanity arise? Impossibility sends there avenges, as I fall into the abyss of the unknown trenches. The lake below screams and bellows, as its inhabitants come for the bait. I dangle and swing, from the enemies’ chain as the corrupted souls fight for their claim. The noises from under torment my mind, so their mistress sings a silent rhyme. The corrupted souls seem to quiet…but then their mistress sings again. The souls laugh their evil laugh, as they approach the bait under their mistress’ wrath.
By Katherine Caruso6 years ago in Poets
Battles
Afraid of the world and their intentional wounds. Tired of living in a world filled with neglect and abuse. I need a hero, do I make myself clear? I'm surrounded by a dark hole- dragging me down limb by limb- sometimes I just want to give in. Internal conflicts appear in an external world confirming all my fears.
By Katherine Caruso6 years ago in Poets
Streetlights
Time begins to slow down, and the lights begin to dim. There are no more questions - this is life, both then and know. No more regrets, no more temptations - I will no longer risk my own salvation. The sun has set as a haunted past appears within my mind.
By Katherine Caruso6 years ago in Poets
Free
I'm so afraid cause I don't know why these things happen to me. I'm so afraid, I'm so concerned, I don't know what to believe- I just want to know if they will ever go away, am I ever going to be okay? I'm controlled by depression, but do'nt want an eternal sleep. Why do these things keep happening to me? Am I cursed? Why me?
By Katherine Caruso6 years ago in Poets