Oath and Memory
Even though it was his whole life, he feels like it should have been longer. That he had finally been robbed, and despite all his wishes he couldn’t give to her what she had to him.
Kyric Koning graduated in 2013 with degrees in English, writing, and classical studies. He is a curious individual (with a deep fondness for the parenthetical) who haunts the Grand Rapids area and works several jobs, but considers writing his primary one. He enjoys dichotomies, pluralities, and conundrums of all sorts, playing games (all sorts), reading (all fantasy), and observing the world and (all) its inhabitants. If he’s not working or sleeping, he’s probably writing one of his many novels.
The Ballad of the Wind Fish
Betterment begins with a destination.
Faker and Me
Fans call him “The Unkillable Demon King.” They call him “god.” They chant “Faker Faker Playmaker” when he is winning.
One Thousand Tiny Sorrows
What I can hold is a hand or two.
You Should Know Better
Abject wretch that you are, you mistook fear’s voice for advice.
Nightmarish
Behind me, twigs cracked.
To You
Though you may never see these words, I still wanted to say them.
Live to Tell the Tale
What do you know about anyone beyond what you want to see and what they allow you to see?
Kvothe’s Paradox
Any lover of the arts should find something worthwhile in metal music’s tracks
A Post About Sodium? Na
It was probably Jungle Jam and Friends which started another time-honored tradition of the Koning household: incessant quoting.
The Makings of a Hero
We would be poorer without heros, and yet they would be nothing without us.
Always in Failure
Don’t look at me and see where I’m lacking.
The Once and Future Writing
This is where greatness begins, should we choose it.
The Coward’s Prayer
Kindle patience within when the spark of impulse bursts upon me.
Ten Anime I Enjoy
Admit it. You wanted this.
At Least One Reason I Detest “Top X” Lists
How can you know if you’ve discovered the best?
Epitaph, Epithet
Our choices will define us. Others will too. And the mark we leave will not meet any of our expectations.
My Fantastic Brothers
When I tell people I have four brothers, usually they respond with, “Oh, your poor mother.”
God’s Great Gift
Please assist humankind by divulging any variations of the masculine nod not encountered in this scientific journal.
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The pencils are another matter.
Crushing It
Discovering each new piece of her was a treasure only surpassed by the next discovery. It did not take too long before she agreed to make our relationship official.
Listen
Plenty of people exist in the peripherals, without heart, voice, hope, friends. People you might never expect.
Ne Carpamus Diem
Giving up the control, allowing our grasping hands to slacken is scary. We don’t know what to do if we do nothing. Yet life goes on.
Why
I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”
P is for Pterodactyl
But—a precaution—do not be prejudiced. My prerogative was purely positive.
Take a Shine
Light, after all, functions as both a particle and a wave.
Everlasting Bonds
“We should totally hang out.”
The lie comes easily. Situations such as this feel like they require politeness and kindness more than truth.
Silver, and Gold, and Dross
“Golden Boy.” As gold is king among metals, so was he a paragon among humanity. Like a sun, he beamed a perfect smile, seemingly always happy. People basked in his radiance.
Memiography
I can’t be the only one who wanted to know others’ thoughts about them. The stories locked away, whatever they are, waiting to be told.
This is NOT a Blog
Blogs are a compression of life, but in the condensing, much is lost. The world consists of indeterminate shades of gray (though definitely not fifty), which the structureless blogs cannot capture.
