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About kistinspencil

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kistinspencil

I used to work as a university bio science archivist, but gave up my position in 2019. Now I am a wandering photographer and occasional author, mostly on the sister site. I am unattached, socially withdrawn, and live with a cat named Miss Pixel.

Name:
Kistin
Sex:
Female 
Age:
32
Relationship Status:
Single
Location:
Just outside my analyst's door
Local Time:
24 Nov 2020 20:25
Interests:
Wildlife photography, CA horticulture, writing, craft beer
Favorite Books:
Favorite Authors:
Richard Dawkins, Douglas Adams, Lewis Carrol, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick, Borges, et al
Favorite Movies:
Seldom watch them
Favourite TV Shows:
Never had a TV growing up, don't have one now.
Favorite Music:
Any blues, but especially Stevie Ray Vaughn, Johnny Lee, Freddie King, Anna Popovich, Shemekia Copeland, Bonnie Raitt... okay, it's a long list. My father was in the biz and I started going to blues shows when I was ten, much to my mother's horror.

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Date Joined:
02 Nov 2020
Last Visit:
24 Nov 2020
Page Viewed:
87 times
Friends:
3
Followers:
2
Days in Chat:
0
Days on Site:
22
Forum Posts:
2
Stories:
6
Badges:
2

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Topic: Let's Count - The Roman Version
Posted: 05 Nov 2020 18:23

Sorry, forgot I'm not allowed to post images yet.

Topic: By way of introduction
Posted: 03 Nov 2020 20:26

Hello everyone. I'm new to this side of the fence, but I recognize a few folks from the other field of play.

I am not shy ( Really? When was last time you looked someone in the eye and said hello? ) and enjoy a stable, balanced life ( Have you looked at your med list lately? ).

I hope I can add a few worthy scribbles to the reading list ( We'll see. That's the best I can say. ) and make a new friend or two ( Do remember to let them know up front you're a loon, okay? ).

Be well and find some joy every day ( Did you drink all the beer again? Really? ).

Kistin

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Checkin' In

Leather clad knuckles rap the bar. Irish Jack grabs the whisky and pours a shot. "How ya be, Bill? Good week?" "Got those bastard Darcy boys, but they're thin shit for the miles rid. Need me some tender mercy tonight. Fanny free?" "Always for ya, Bill. Likes the way your Colt hangs, eh?" "Somethin' like that." Up the stairs, the door squeeks open. She's propped up on the bed, dressed in...

Added 21 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 68 | 4 Comments

La Vie En Rose

Rita sees them coming, moving carefully through the Friday crowd. She waits till they reach their spot, then kills the booming juke. "Clear the floor!" she commands, quelling the protests with a glare till the two are standing alone. She punches up their song and the room fills with ghosts. Eyes only for themselves, they embrace and slowly dance. They were girls then, lovers when the...

Added 09 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 83 | 3 Comments

In The Autumn

Our meeting was by chance one like leaf falling on another not with planned descent but landing by the whims of fate Unlike the transient leaf slave to further flicks of wind you chose to stay engaging me We're twins in body, you and I our lusting carnal appetite finding easy fulfillment from the first But life needs true sustenance not just sexual sweets it's in our hungry minds where...

Added 06 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 65 | 3 Comments

On My Walk Today

On weekends I used to go into town to shoot in black and white. People strolling, kids running free, dogs or cars or any funny thing. The woman with the camera. Now I just shoot ghosts along the plague scoured streets and empty parking lots, lucky for a distant shot of life in the few unshutter shops. Sitting on a sunny bench, having coffee and a smoke, it's like she's been waiting for me...

Added 05 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 63 | 3 Comments

In The Forest, Where We Meet

An hour each Wednesday is our time of love after I check the stations along the forest creek. We meet where beavers made a little pool and sweet grass covers the sloping bank canopied by sycamores dancing in the breeze. We met by chance when I spotted her at the water's edge on a hot summer day. Blouse pulled out and open, she was cooling her bared breasts with a dampened scarf, humming to...

Added 03 Nov 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 73 | 4 Comments

Gonna Be Such Easy Money

"Gimme the cash, bitch!" Rita looks up from behind the bar. "Or what? she asks calmly. "Or I cap your black ass, cunt!" he menaces, waving the gun in his hoodie pocket. Rita flicks a switch and the jukebox goes silent. "Ladies? This roach wants my money. What do you think?" she calls out, looking past him. His eyes jack wide open hearing half a dozen automatics being chambered behind him....

Added 02 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 115 | 6 Comments

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Brookell
I'm looking forward to stretching my writing chops a bit! Nice to see you here as well!
18 days ago
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