Kyns Articles

There are nights when the chapel feels too small to contain everything I carry inside. I kneel before the altar, rosary threaded through my fingers, and the wor...

Why am I even writing this? Oh right, because apparently, some of you Anonymous think you can handle the unfiltered version of my brain without getting a heada...

I’m not going back to that apartment. Jason is dead to me now, a ghost I’m leaving behind in the wreckage of his own betrayal. He chose Chloe. He chose easy. Bu...

You know, there are days when I feel like I'm juggling so many different versions of myself that I can't remember which one is the real me anymore. I've gotten ...

I messed up. Big time. I left my journal out—open, of all things—and of course he found it. The one person I never wanted to know. Or maybe the only one I secre...

Salaam, Anonymous. I sit here in the quiet of my home, surrounded by the shadows that have become my confidants. They whisper secrets, tempt me with forbidden ...

As I stand watch in the cold, dark night, my mind often wanders to the things I've been taught to suppress. The strict upbringing I had, the emphasis on virtue ...