Himmet Kazak
Stories (5/0)
We Can Help
“Hi! I’m Sandy and this is my sister Mandy. Recording us is our father Danny and this is our audition for our own home renovation show. Do you have a nightmare project and don’t know where to begin, ‘We Can Help’. Before we tear down this wall, we’ll have to check to see if it’s loadbearing but, in the meantime, we can still poke holes. That’s one of the best parts of this job: Demo! Mandy, would you mind handing me the hammer? Thanks, Man. Alright, so this wall is plaster and as you can see there are already some cracks in the wall. Just a few swings of the hammer should easily break it down.”
By Himmet Kazak3 years ago in Families
The Awkward Teenage Years...
Sometimes, when I look back, and I’m sure many people can relate to this, I felt like I was living a double life before I came out as gay. It was quite a while ago, but every now and then, memories will present themselves and I’ll think about how I would’ve handled situations if I had been honest with myself and those around me.
By Himmet Kazak3 years ago in Pride
Guilty By Association
India’s heart-shaped locket bounced up and down against her chest as she ran. It was the last gift she received from her parents before their passing, and she held onto it for dear life. She looked around at what was once her childhood neighborhood. It was as if no time had passed. Colorful birds of paradise adorned the nicely manicured front lawn. The grass was a vibrant green with solar lights leading the way up to the front door. She stopped to catch her breath but dared not stay long. For whatever reason she was running, she instinctively knew she’d have to start again. The warm, welcoming red door lured her in closer; so close she almost opened it but stopped as she touched the handle. Again, instinctively she knew that if she opened the door, her childhood would be blasted open. She withdrew her hand and ran away from the house.
By Himmet Kazak3 years ago in Fiction