Kiana Carda

Joined October 2025

5 stories

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“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” —Flannery O’Connor

Taking moments I disappeared, and unlearning all my fears.

Still finding my voice, happly learning out loud.

Would love any feed back x

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The pause
She opened just enough, a space—she thought he’d rest in. The care she offered him, something he could believe in. His world he gifted openly,
By Kiana Cardaa day ago in Poets
the scrapbook
The scrapbook in my brain filled with shadows– taped-up with half-things. The scrapbook in my brain connects patterns–
By Kiana Carda3 days ago in Poets
In the still
i was r u n n i n g, hiding, hidden. my world became unbearably dark, Then very, very,
By Kiana Carda3 months ago in Poets
the hunt
chased across the country. stowed away in cars —
By Kiana Carda3 months ago in Fiction
How I wonder 💭
I've loved, in a space that was free, but became too small— to breathe. I broke,
By Kiana Carda3 months ago in Writers