Kelsey Winds
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For a Fortnight We Analyzed
A Complete Analysis of Taylor Swift's anthology album Track one Fortnight Let’s go through Taylor’s anthology line by line and analyze it like the literary masterpiece it is! PLEASE NOTE: While I am a die-hard swiftie and could analyze this and the other songs with names and dates and completely tie it to events in Taylor’s life, here I will be analyzing it as a piece of literature and taking the names and fame out of the analysis.
By Kelsey Winds23 days ago in Beat
Chapter 1
25 is the year of expectations. People expect you to have a career, they expect you to have a house, they expect you to be married or at least engaged, they expect you to be expecting. But for me 25 was a year of starting over. A new career, a new shitty apartment in a town I don’t know, and a newly single life after wasting 5 years with someone who never wanted a real commitment. I can’t help but think of the irony as Taylor’s “Foolish One” plays while I ponder how I didn’t see the glaringly obvious signs that he’d never give me what I truly wanted.
By Kelsey Winds3 months ago in Chapters
Saying Goodbye
Could I actually? My heart beats and flutters like the strings of a guitar being strummed. I think I could, but I've never done this before. Would it be okay? Am I allowed to do this? My anxiety-driven mind begins to scream. Why would I do this? There's really no reason, I should just keep going. It's really not that bad.
By Kelsey Winds5 months ago in Journal
The Widow's Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Tom had heard the ghost story many times but never believed it to be true. As skeptical as he was, though, there was a part of him, looking at the lit candle now, that thought . . . maybe. But no, it was impossible; it must have been some stupid high schooler playing a cruel prank on the town.
By Kelsey Winds6 months ago in Horror
Exile
“This is great, man; I’m so proud of you,” I gave Doug a congratulatory thump on his back; he had been working on this gallery show for six months now. He always had a passion for the arts and had been planning an event like this since he was in high school.
By Kelsey Winds6 months ago in Critique
Exile
“This is great man, I’m so proud of you,” I gave Doug a congratulatory thump on his back; he had been working on this gallery show for 6 months now. He had always had a passion for the arts and had been planning an event like this since he was in high school.
By Kelsey Winds6 months ago in Writers
- Top Story - November 2023
My Coworker, DeathTop Story - November 2023
Death and I work very closely, but never together I see death in passing about once a week, but we've never actually met. For most people death is an obscure thought, something that rarely crosses the mind. For others, it is the prominent shadow that runs past our peripherals. Tonight, death worked over time. He was not a blur that ran past as I was turning away, but was a prominent shadow in the room I stood in and the floor beneath me. I didn't see him at first, he's easy to miss if you want to. My focus was on the muddy veins of my patient's right arm, attempting to finagle one last good one to draw from. It was never my forte, but when I did get it, I enjoyed watching the smooth red liquid collect into the tubes; the simple movement of it was relaxing to me in a sense. It was a reward, an earning for my blind pokes that eventually caught what I was looking for.
By Kelsey Winds6 months ago in Critique