Arthur Armstrong

Joined May 2021

42 stories

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

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Echos of Hatred
I think it’s really weird How you’ve focused all your fear Into judging people’s souls by how they look. But if I were to judge YOU
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Artemis 9: Part 8
Dr Sylvanus led the way as I kept asking questions in hopes of finding the real reason we were here, “How is she just now seeing her room if she was here before me?”
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 7
We followed the carved, wooden signs on the wall to the Garden. Elaborate crystal doors opened up to a room with high, crystal ceilings. It was filled with the smell of sweet plants and blossoming trees.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 6
The cafeteria was empty save for a woman, slightly younger than I, sitting at a table in the corner. Her dark hair was thrown into a messy bun that perched precariously on her head while her clothes seemed to hang from her body as if they’d dried there.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 5
We had descended onto a railed platform inside a massive submarine, at least that is what it appeared to be. “Follow me,” Astaria said as we walked along a shining metal catwalk surrounded by more ceiling to floor windows.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen
Silence is golden But speaking up is vital. Better know we’ll throw hands If you come for my title. I’m a ruthless cutthroat
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Elemental Love
My fire, hot with lust A woman of a higher Plane of existence. // Air that fills her lungs Breathing in each serenade Of the night’s love song.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Terror in the Night
I can hear them howling. The rabid wolves of late. They sneak into the darkest room And change another’s fate. They crawl and creep
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
In the Beginning
“In the beginning there was God...” Woah woah wait! Nah. I’m telling this one. I am called Lucifer. Before God made the Earth, God made the angels.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
Whistling Winds of Winter
The whistling winds of winter wail As frosted flakes fall fast and frail. Coating the Earth with thick, cold glitter That amasses itself on the descendants of Hitler.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Krampus is Coming To Town
Oh you better watch out You better not dare To try to bug out He’ll find you out there. Krampus is coming to town.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
Artemis 9: Part 4
Sirens blared as I jolted awake and quickly tried to decipher my surroundings. Not sirens. Just the alarm clock. I expected to awaken at the hospital I’d checked into the night before last, but no.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction