Kris Bain

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Kris Bain

<p>I guess I am here to try and get a fresh, starry spin on my future. I could really use a transfusion of fresh, and stars...well, stars would just be great, the more the merrier! Kris is me, and I am an avid&nbsp;reader and mother and a&nbsp;enthusiastic student of subjects like: music,&nbsp;sociology, archealogy, anthropology,&nbsp;history, literature, architecture,&nbsp;language and art.&nbsp;Wine is key to a sane and healthy mind, along with friends, good books, and fun reasons for dressing up. You know you love those red pumps, girl! I love men, hate men, want a good one, and am old enough to be patient enough not to settle for anything less than the standards I have set for myself. There is a book boiling, so I need to run....</p>

Stories by Kris Bain

Exodus provokes souls yearning to sing The past thrown under a mountain of flame A cry for the circle of some great thing Remembrance only the...
Just when all of life looks like a spark, a game mastered ... gosh, how it hurts when fate throws a graceful, curving pitch that straightens and...
I am pierced tonight with a strange love of all things that are asymmetrical. The lovely displacement, the error of balance and the right of things...
I’m supposed to be writing about luxury. My first paid writing assignment is on a topic so far removed from my reality it would make my editors...
This is me today: I wake up with a smile, a bubble of joy in my heart fluttering up and morphing into a laugh for the beginning of a most excellent...
In some societies, there is a name for this kind of unhappiness. In others societies they just bury women like herself up to the neck and stone them...
She has come alone to the bar, simply to sit in the cool air and have a drink. It is late afternoon and the sun comes through windows high on the...
Flashback: Isla Grande, a speck of an island off Colon, in Panama. Standing waist deep off the rock-walled beach in the warm Caribbean waters, I...
I have written before my thoughts and experiences on my first job in Corporate World, and I would like to announce that I am officially finished with...
She had gone alone to the bar, simply to sit in the cool air and have a drink. It was late afternoon and the sun came through windows high on the...
Ah, the joys of malingering whilst in the clutches of ennui, dissipation, Within the labyrinth of heavy soul malaise. Searching night skies for...
About my new job ... little did I know that monster corporations do not live under the same sun as, say, writers, artists, and designers. They exist...
When I was young my brother used to horrify me with tales of quicksand. Malevolent, sucking mud pits that would grab your unwitting foot and pull you...