Kayla King Books

"When she finished her tea, Thatcher took her cup, and swirled the remains three times clockwise, 'For future events,' he said, but Perry...

I'm not sure I've put much thought into the things that haunt me. Too often, these things appear in my writing as if by chance or perhaps...

I remember the moment I heard "Seasons of Love," introducing me to the haunting beauty of RENT. I remember listening to "Defying Gravity"...

That person who said writing is a muscle was correct. It has been much too long since I've written anything but a line or two for my...

You're whatever kinda gem you wanna be, my best friend wrote at the end of his email. The email had nothing to do with gemology. And the...

When we give advice, we hope others will listen. Rarely do we take our own words of wisdom and put them to use. And I'm not sure anyone...

This past weekend, I graduated with my Master of Fine Arts degree in Fiction from Southern New Hampshire University. The whole experience...

I wasn't really sure what I wanted to call this post or what I wanted it to be about either. So, I called this post nothing and...

True to form, I've let the fear of exposing myself inhibit my ability to write anything. You see, invisible reader, I think there comes a...

Tonight I'm sitting with the artificial light from my tv casting shadows across the living room floor. The incandescent glow from my...