Bugsy Watts

Joined July 2018

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Got bit by the writing bug.

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Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge

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The Worst of Us
My evaluation of a book that changed me led to this conclusion: it was two books. And the books are about the same thing...sort of. There is a singular period of time that must be learned in every history class. That is WW2 and the Holocaust. These two books are about that time.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in BookClub
Ebbs and Flows
I felt it for the first time, in a long time, when we were standing on the riverbank between here and there. * Our journey was long, but you know that.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
If You Have an Idea, Write it Down
If you have an idea, write it down. Your best ideas will find you when you are not searching. The ideas that are meant to meet you
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
T-Swizzle
A talented woman, no doubt; delving into storytelling by the use of her diary where truth, in its most stark form, is surely found. Combine that with musical intuition and the hits keep coming. But... am I the only one waiting for nuance? Or maybe I prefer voices that crackle.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Critique
The Sentient Character
"How does it end?" "How does what end?" "The story. My story. Or maybe your story. I'm not sure who it belongs to anymore."
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
Forest Imagination
Down in the woods, where the fairy river flows, illuminations of forgotten beasts replaced the shadows. Simply look to the canopy, the interlacing oaks and sycamore leaves;
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
A Reason to Pause
How do we embrace the world with these senses so essential to our existence? The memories that matter are often awash with sensation.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Ghost in the Street
"Two years," she mumbled as she eyed him across the street. That's how long it had been. Two years since their last contact, before he became a ghost. Two years since he last professed his love, then disappeared. And here he was.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Fiction
What It Feels Like
I've never had the words when you asked me to my face always feeling the sick burning of my shame and deep disgrace. But what I lack in verbal tellings
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
To the Man I Will Love
Dear stranger, I need to write to you though I don't know who you are. What matters in this letter is integrity. Love letters are honest. They draw from the truth that appears when our ability to feel is unimpeded. So I write, from the depths of my heart, a letter to the man I will love.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Sayonara
Surely seeing solutions so small should swing sideways silly sentiments surrounding such scant suppositions sending secrets so suspicious
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
I Can Be Like Water
I've tumbled over concepts all too frequently, about constituents that make a person all that they can be. * Were we stamped in the womb
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets