Author Archives: Kelly R. Storts

About Kelly R. Storts

Opinions, ideas, and thoughts make up who most of my identity. These things are fluid. I am constantly changing and growing, and learning who I am. Through writing down experiences with dating, loving, crying, breaking I just might become a better person. I remember listening to stories of love, life, and all the bubbles when I was younger. Those stories made me eager to have stories to tell myself. Hopefully writing the little that I know down I can help someone else find their fluid identity.

Romanticized and Overeager

I’m back in Utah. I have been for a while now. Have you noticed that I tend to romanticize everything? Even a regular cup of joe. I think I may have romanticized this place into some mystical, magical life. If … Continue reading

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Getting More Than Just Gas

We all have attributes that we don’t even think about. We just are them. Like some people have big noses. Others have little chubby hands. Some have short torsos. Others have buck teeth. We are those attributes, and we tend … Continue reading

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From the Other Side of the Counter

From the other side of the counter there is so much to be seen, but so little to be understood. I have been out of the country for the past 18 months. The country in which I found myself hardly … Continue reading

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Why Not?

The constant slam from customers gets really redundant. Let me give you a taste of my every morning. “Good morning,” I say trying to fight off the sleep in my eyes. “Grande Black.” The man said with his still in … Continue reading

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Fantastic

The mornings are getting colder and colder. Snow has fallen and the trees are all naked. The salt is out and the grass is dead. I don’t love winter like some do. I love fall, spring, and sometimes summer. Winter … Continue reading

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Calm Tea. INEEDYOU.

My thoughts float around me like snowflakes hesitant to land. Melting, melting, crying as they do. Bubbles bursting too soon, and I’m not capable of grasping them. I’m trying. I am. I’m aching to be thorough and clear. I don’t … Continue reading

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Bittersweet

It’s a bittersweet week. The lead at the coffee shop is moving on, moving up. She’s taking a huge step forward. We’re all proud, and wish her well. It’s this bittersweet that resonates inside us all. We are dreaming that … Continue reading

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A Jumble and Twist

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock seems to be stuck at 8:00. Some days my job is boring. I look out the big tinted window and beg for 1:00. I just want to go home. I just want to go curl … Continue reading

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A Persons a Person

First and foremost, I must apologize for my lack of writing. My excuses seem unimpressive so I’ll leave them home. Let it be. I’m here now. It’s turning winter time. The first snow today. I’m not ready for winter. It … Continue reading

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Childhood

Childhood

I don’t know why, but this picture clinches my heart. It takes me back to chewing gum off the street, and kissing the neighborhood boys. Reminding me of Carter, and Molly. Life has changed so much, and yet I am the same. Kelly Brianne Rasmussen. I am in my 20th year, and I am still the same.

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