Drew Dunlop

Joined May 2021

23 stories

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Drew is a poet and author, writing slightly ominous fantasy-inspired poetry! He does that when the rest of life allows it, so read up, and more will be forthcoming.

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Will The Last Person To Leave Please Turn Out The Lights?
We found the Endling by accident. We didn't have the word 'endling' at the time - it was a concept that was obvious when it was explained, but as an idea it hadn't ever been explored by our species. A species was either extinct, or it wasn't.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror Reflects On Itself
There's a man, in a tower, in a room; I might as well admit that I fit the stereotype. When I was a kid, speculative fiction - mostly science fiction and fantasy - taught me a lot.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
Survivor of the Stories
You need not fear the wolf When you travel through the wood, Keep to the path to 'scape its wrath, However red your hood.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
Of Gains and Loss
Crumbling wall, that stands alone, Astride the wood 'twixt tree and tree, That once in ages now long past Held back the dark from such as me;
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
The Eve of War
Twilight darkens, leaves a-swirling, Crisp the air, and chill the night, And the cook-fire smoke is curling, Weirdling shapes in fading light.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer's Despair
"So, in dreams, I wand'red, drowsing, (After nights of drink, carousing) And a scent, my wits arousing; Scent of burning flesh, disgust -
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
The Goblin Market
Far beyond the city limits, In a place that isn't, quite, Gather strange and kindly merchants Eyes aglow with distant light.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
A Simple Fall of Rain
A simple fall of rain, a picnic stalled; The summer's day oppressive in its heat, Where once upon a blanket, we had sprawled,
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
The Sleeping King
Sing, muse of war! Sing tutor of all strife! That does no end of wickedness on Earth, That steals from mortals temperance and life;
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
Meditation On The Fisher King
As weeds within the garden grow, So wounds upon a nation’s brow, And inch by inch, corruptions flow, Unless by root, they’re grasped.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
The Thorny Rose
Watch our story, now unfold And see what glitters else than gold; Cross the snow that starshine weeps, Under which, the forest sleeps,
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
The Glory Hand
The light that flickers, fades to black; To late to press a doomed attack, And yet you'll find the things you lack Within the never-place:
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets

Drew Dunlop

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Will The Last Person To Leave Please Turn Out The Lights?

The Mirror Reflects On Itself

Survivor of the Stories

Of Gains and Loss

The Eve of War

The Wanderer's Despair

The Goblin Market

A Simple Fall of Rain

The Sleeping King

Meditation On The Fisher King

The Thorny Rose

The Glory Hand

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