Amos Glade

Joined February 2021

178 stories

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Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.

For more madness check out my website: https://www.amosglade.com/

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The Gashapon Shelf. Top Story - August 2025.
Ruth and Maisie set up the attic as a guest bedroom. The big feature to the room was the grand circular window that looked out over the neighborhood and shone the perfect amount of morning light throughout.
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Horror
Let Your Brain Unwind
I was helpless. I was lost, nowhere to go. I was little, just a child don’cha know? So I followed, and I followed, and I followed,
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Poets
Skyglow
I saw the lights and they did glow City streets where we abode I walked a path no one did know Suburban blights were no less slow
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
Remnants of Past Lives
I seek to understand Tenuous reality at hand Break open my skull and lick Gray matter Blood splatter Like a toxic toad trip
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
Hot Blonde MM
Kyle, fresh from the shower, put on a pair of clean, white briefs, and crawled into bed. He checked his phone one last time.
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Fiction
The Countdown
It was the first day of summer, no school for three whole months, and I was up and awake at 6:30am eating a giant bowl of Bosco Bonanza’s Frosted Gold Rush (covered in two extra scoops of sugar from my mom’s sugar bowl) and watching my favorite cartoon: Super Dog Saves the City.
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Fiction
Last Meal with Mary Jane
Wayne’s last words to Mary Jane as she walked out of their house were, “I don’t ever want to see your stupid slut face again.”
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Fiction
Life Cycle of a Storm Cloud
It was young Life was steamy Condensed into a cloud That cloud, Young and dreamy, Never dreamt much out loud It let it build up
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
Rural Squirrel goes Nuclear
There are words I avoid saying They make my tongue go cross You won’t find me saying things like Worcestershire sauce
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
This is Not a Poem
There is no poem On this surface to be read; View nature instead
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
Rainy Day Mary
Family Group Text Chain Mom: I don’t want this summer to be like last summer. We didn’t have a single BBQ. We are going to have one BBQ per month. Mandatory. No excuses. Here is the summer BBQ schedule:
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Fiction
She's Bananas
CLICK TO BEGIN RESTART Bob hovered his finger over the restart button. Once he hit that button he knew there would be no turning back. He would officially be… offline… all night long. He knew that the restart would take 8 hours and he was going to sleep through most of that anyway. His friends teased him about having a phone addiction, but he knew he could always put it away.
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Fiction