Star Kava Author

Happy Halloween week my friends. I just want to say thank you to all of you who support me! I appreciate all the comments, instant messages and shares you give me! Having a friend or acquaintance message me out of the blue with encouraging words hits me right in the feels, and reinforces my ambition to become a recognized writer one day. So, kisses and love to all, I love the feedback, good or bad, so please keep it coming. I wanted to bring you something creepy this week, being as it is Halloween. Unfortunately, that is just not in the cards. I am working on a few things, but not all are up to the standard of something I would post for all to read. This being said I do have something for you. I came up with it in the car on the ride home one day, and I hope it piques your interest. The Rock Star Diaries “Mr. Rosedale’s room please.” The concierge gives me a knowing look as he types his name into the computer. Really, I cannot blame him. It is eleven p.m. and I just ...

Hi all, Ugg. That is pretty much it. Why I think I will ever be any good at this is beyond me.  (My feels came back, and along with it, the self doubt and irritation that goes with knowing that though talented, I will never measure up.) I am bringing you a piece that I am unsure if I posted before. I just opened this bad boy after two years (the date on the last save was 10/22/13, how about them apples) I re-read and edited this excerpt a little better, lessons learned form knowing editors and wordsmiths alike. and now I shall re post ( ?? I think). Enjoy! Captured Prologue   She stopped crying hours ago. I yell her name but she does not answer. Now it is just me in the darkness. The persistent drip, drip, drip coming from somewhere is the only sound beyond my own breath. I start to cry, but not from fear. Part of myself leaves, as if it has died and gone to heaven. I recognize the missing piece, it’s her, my twin, she’s gone. Darkness.   Nothing b...

I have been in a mood today. Which is a welcome change from the indifference that has accompanied my newly medicated self.  Everything I write has some meaning to me. However, today's post embodies how I feel on a daily basis. I often wish I could scream these feelings in peoples faces. Unfortunately, the world would likely lock me up if I walked around saying exactly how I feel...so I became a writer.   Not sure if I will ever use this piece, but putting it on paper cleansed my soul. At least, for a little while.  *untitled* “Don’t look at me like that!” I scream at him. “Like what?” He replies, confused. “Like I am damaged, or like I am not good enough for you. I already know that. You don’t have to reinforce what I feel every time I am in your presence by blanketing me in pity with your eyes. I know exactly who I am, and where I come from. I killed myself to get out of that situation. Just because I wasn’t afforded all of the opportunities ...

Hey kid, I know, I know, you don’t think of yourself that way.   Trust me though, you are. I know you were forced to grow up too fast. You spent your childhood wishing that you could have a normal family, a normal life, but that is not the hand you were dealt. No one can change that except for you, only you can’t see that now.   In fact, you won’t for at least twenty more years. You are beautiful, though you don’t see that. When you look at pictures of yourself in the future, you won’t see the wallflower that you perceive. You will look at them and smile, and wish you could be that girl again. Stop doubting yourself.   Just because life didn’t hand you a four course meal on a golden platter, does not mean you are destined to spend your entire being   licking the feet of those you deem above you.   You are special, you are beautiful, you are kind, you are original, and you are loved. I know, no one told you this when you were young, so I am doing ...