Charliy Nash

Joined August 2022

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Streams of consciousness with white water rapids.

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Some Prophesies Should Be Fulfilled
“This is Ellington, I found it. Should have it recovered in an hour.” “It is the Day of Opening,” she proclaimed, “Last night a streak of fire lit the sky as the ancient prophesy foretold. Let us find the sacred box.”
By Charliy Nash2 years ago in Fiction
Unrequited
Amazing is the only way to describe it But then, silence, why won’t she respond? Could I have done something wrong? Doubts now fill the space once occupied by joy
By Charliy Nash2 years ago in Poets
How a Couch Potato Saved the World
I don’t know why they landed in my yard. Seven feet tall with skin of green, The scariest creatures I’d ever seen. Would communication be hard?
By Charliy Nash2 years ago in Poets
I'll Get It Done Today
Day after day I try to get things done So what’s the problem? There’s always some Random event An unexpected disturbance
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Poets
Mermaid Feathers
As the elevator doors closed behind them, Glen asked, “What are you up to this weekend?” “I’m making a quick trip home,” Kyle replied, “It’s my parents’ fiftieth anniversary.”
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Fiction
The Jesus Movement and an East Coast Square
If you watched the excellent Jesus Revolution movie you might get the impression that the Jesus Movement was exclusive to hippies in California. The truth is that it spread across the country. The end of the movie shows a large stadium event. That was Explo ’72 in Dallas. There was also a significant revival going on in Kansas City, with Jesus People USA in Chicago, and Love Inn in upstate New York. The movement grew and spread reaching all corners of the country (and beyond).
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Humans
All I Have to Do is Close My Eyes
All I have to do is close my eyes To see that smile That smile that turned my heart inside-out And gave it a reason to keep beating
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Poets
Pendulum
Oscillation. Such a complex word for such a simple action. Allison continued to watch the swinging weight trace intricate patterns in the sand.
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Fiction
Interrogation in A Major
Awakened again Allen asked “Another attempt? Another act?” Answers are absent “Anybody?” An adversary arrives Annoying
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Poets
Telling Time
Seconds and minutes Sixty seems arbitrary So does twenty-four
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Poets
Wall to Wall
“Hey K Dub, what’s that smell?” asked the Dining Room wall. “Somebody left popcorn in the microwave too long,” Kitchen replied.
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Fiction
Marathon Key
Andy finally reached the parking lot. Just a few more steps and he’d be inside the hotel. The air conditioned hotel. He pushed on until the automatic doors opened and greeted him with a blast of cool air. It made his sweat-soaked shirt stick to him even more, but that didn’t matter. He hobbled to the front desk. “Can I get a room for two nights?”
By Charliy Nash3 years ago in Fiction