Konrad Kramp
Bio
I simply love telling stories.
Achievements (1)
Stories (16/0)
Me!
Mr Brignall was concluding a Religious Education lesson. I was in Year 3 (or second grade in American terms), and the subject of perfection was the key topic. I think Mr Brignall had been relating to the philosophy that nature and Jesus and God do nothing uselessly. Everything happens for a perfected reason, even if it takes centuries to realise it - that idea. Of course, I wasn't really listening to this. I was captivated by the word perfect. I'd also noticed the blank sheet of paper placed before each of us in class and so my imagination was mass-producing possibilities of what I could draw on it. Mr Brignall tasked us with exactly what I had hoped; "Draw your perfect person," he instructed us, all the way from the peak of his spindly 6'4 stature. I knew straight away who my perfect person was;
By Konrad Kramp2 months ago in Pride
- Runner-Up in Identity Challenge
Simon's FriendRunner-Up in Identity Challenge
“So, Simon, I gather you like wearing make-up.” Quick, Simon think! What would Ashley say? “I certainly do, Sir.” Screw it, it’s true. The whole school was determined to make him crack. Youth was a rough ride for Simon Finner. Every day was the same. Persecution, verbal missiles, kicks, punches. As always the brutal events of the firing line lead Simon to the headmaster’s office for questioning. Only this day was going to be different. Don’t cry, he urged himself, whatever you do, don’t cry.
By Konrad Kramp5 months ago in Pride
Colorado
Being a high school student in the UK is very different from the American experience, I can say with confidence. Apart from our archaic requirements of uniforms and umbrellas (because monsoon season runs all year), there's also the mood. I am not writing from experience of attending an American high school, but this starts because I grew up on American TV shows. Ask any British kid growing up in the 90s, the first accent you learn to replicate is the American one thanks to the likes of Melissa Joan Hart, the Mowry Twins and The Midnight Society.
By Konrad Kramp9 months ago in Writers
If walls could talk
"If walls could speak." I've heard it said many times, especially about older places. Just because some walls are new, however, doesn't mean they'd have nothing to say. I was partly rebuilt. My structure is both old and new due to some recent building work. Apparently old walls see more interesting moments, listened to centuries of arguments, conversations, secrets being exchanged, families growing and shrinking. Depends on the room you're a wall of.
By Konrad Krampabout a year ago in Horror
The Enchantress
Winter sliced through the darkness like freezing blades. The beggar, fuelled by purpose, pulled the black cloak around her shivering body as she soldiered on through the woods. All around her, leaves and crimson petals swarmed in a wind that rattled the bare trees and ached her bones. The skin cracked around her knuckles as she felt her way through the dense night, walking slowly on stinging, bloody feet, her arm outstretched before her. Her frost-beaten hand met with a spiked bush that pricked and tore her fingers like vicious teeth. She retracted her bleeding arm and squinted into the blackness. Silver moonlight burst from behind heavy clouds illuminating a tree of blood-red roses. Captivated by the beautiful flowers, the beggar reached up and plucked the brightest, most voluptuous rose on the tree. She tucked it safely into her cloak for it would be of great use should her task fail.
By Konrad Kramp3 years ago in Futurism