Arthur Armstrong

Joined May 2021

42 stories

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A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.

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Pusillanimous Parasite
“Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down.” That’s the plan of the government clown. Try to paint me like the villain while you whisper and clutch pearls,
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Poets
Captain’s Blessing
May cool, clear water find you when you thirst beyond your means. May the breeze cut through the heat of day and catch sail on your dreams.
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Poets
Last Call for Civility
Hear the frozen hearts beat in the chests of the soulless As they rain a fresh hell on innocence with their coldness. But the icy blocks that fill their chest will melt in the Sun
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Poets
Thunder in the East
Thunder Rumbles in the East. The roar of a most heinous Beast. It levels buildings no matter their size. If you listen closely, you’ll hear the cries
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Poets
Artemis 9: Part 15
Astaria and I followed Alison as she walked toward the light. “Hey Sis, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I said as I approached her.
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 14
”Are you out of your mind?!” Alison shouted. “According to four psychiatrists and a large team of medical personnel, yes, but I don’t think that applies here,” I suggested.
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 13
The Cosmic King escorted Alison and I around the room, introducing us to everyone present. Humans and humanoid creatures, of both Earth and Celestial origins, greeted us warmly and told us bits about themselves and their cultures.
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 12. Content Warning.
Alison and I left the outfitters draped in our new, sparkling linens and followed Astaria down the torch-lit hallway. “Your father asked that you meet him, and the rest of the Royal Court, in the Throne room,” Astaria said, as we approached an enormous set of double doors. They appeared to be made of white marble and trimmed in gold roses with emerald leaves.
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 11
Astaria took Alison and I down the torch-lit hallway to an ornate door that glittered with gemstones and was trimmed in gold, “Here we are, your Majesties, The Atlantean Outfitter.”
By Arthur Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
Planted
No longer will I be watered down. It’s time for full intoxication. No longer will I cry and drown For your unhealed hydration.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Artemis 9: Part 10
“How is this possible?” I asked. “My Sun, the war between the light and the darkness has been going since the beginning of time,” said the Intergalactic President, “it started in Earth humans when they chose to allow their willpower to be overcome by their emotions.”
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 9
While I fixed my hair and robes, Astaria walked over to an ornate chest at the far end of the room. It seemed to be made of a dark wood that was highly polished and covered in sparkling silver stars.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction