Christine De Vuono

Joined September 2025

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winter warmth
The fur on my hood seals with the fur on your hood. We kiss with cracked lips.
By Christine De Vuono3 days ago in Poets
Glow Worm
Glow Worm “I had a green and yellow costume.” She says to me, out of the blue. Her hands lifting over her sheets, back and forth in secret rhythms.
By Christine De Vuono2 months ago in Poets
the cold truth
There is always hope. Rescues happen all the time. To others. Not you.
By Christine De Vuono3 months ago in Horror
The demons linger
The dark brings no peace. demons settle for the night you can still breathe - just.
By Christine De Vuono3 months ago in Horror
Here there be monsters
Terror is valid when only half of your friend floats back from the sea.
By Christine De Vuono3 months ago in Horror
Final Point of View
Funny, the dirt sounds ominous when it's not you using the shovel.
By Christine De Vuono3 months ago in Horror
The Bath
The knock at the front door came when the bath was almost ready. The calming scents from the aromatherapy beads Jessica spent way too much money on had been filling the bathroom as they lazily drifted on the currents from the faucet, bobbing under the stream to pop back up and float away as they slowly dissolved. She had been sitting on the floor in her bathrobe, head leaning on her forearm, watching them in the water. The warmth and scents making the small room calm and peaceful. Until that knock broke her revery.
By Christine De Vuono3 months ago in Fiction