Karl : Writing

Meditations

Meditations

A Story by Karl


The grass is green, a deep and dark green. It's cool to my feet, I stand in the grass barefoot. While the grass is cool, it's still warm, I certainly ..
Fire and Tea

Fire and Tea

A Story by Karl


Fire is mesmerizing, it’s movements, the swirls, it hypnotizes me. I’m with friends, we’re out in their garden, we’re enjoying..
Diffusion

Diffusion

A Story by Karl


It's autumn, we're upon the equinox, but the days are still warm. Summer struggles to let go but its power is waning. Nights are cold and waking up th..
A Change Of Season

A Change Of Season

A Poem by Karl


Today, on a gentle stroll through the woods, I was told to say farewell to the summer.
Mountain Tracks

Mountain Tracks

A Story by Karl


To say it was foggy was an understatement. The gray was profound, it was all encompassing. There was no way to distinguish morning from evening or eve..
Grey Cloudy Mirror

Grey Cloudy Mirror

A Story by Karl


Grey clouds cover the sky. Thick and almost tangible. As though you could walk on them. They span everywhere, clear and well defined. Textured as a wa..
Crimson Lost

Crimson Lost

A Story by Karl


I close my eyes as I move closer to her crimson lips. I struggle to listen as her words seem within grasp but are just a tiny bit too far away....
Nightmare: Sanatorium

Nightmare: Sanatorium

A Story by Karl


The walls were white, the floors were white, the ceilings white, from the ceilings large armatures housed fluorescent tubes, further reinforcing the a..
Winter

Winter

A Story by Karl


I’m driving on a country road, the asphalt ahead of me slowly fading in the distance due to the fog...
Rainy Suburb

Rainy Suburb

A Story by Karl


The air is thick with rain, the sound a constant static. Only the occasional bigger drops as a variation, distinct from others. In that moment, everyt..

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