E.K. Daniels

Joined March 2021

216 stories

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Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen

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In This Skeleton
In this world that we all call our own Peculiarities often are shown, From the ups and the downs, To the smiles and the frowns,
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Four Thieves’ Vinegar
Most victims died within the first days. She was one of the lucky ones. Or unlucky if you consider she had to watch as each member of her family was plucked from her like in a cruel game of ‘she loves me not’. The people were petals, and the Bubonic Plague fancied picking every last one of them. Except her.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Red Thread
Stuck in a moment, Red thread tethered to the past. Where are the scissors?
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Silent Partner
A silent partner, Keeps time with not feet but hands, Keeps watch on the wrist
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
The Pendulum
The pendulum swings, Back and forth, sways to and fro, A steady dancer.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Minute’s Pass
Sixty seconds in- A minute's pass, a mountain of time in an hour
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Fickle. Runner-Up in Quadru-haiku Challenge.
Oh how the winds change, Fickle with their direction Is my restless mind.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Window In the Wall
If walls could talk, would you talk back? You wouldn’t be the first one, trust me. It’s normal here. But we don’t like to use that word. Not anymore, anyway. It used to be thrown around all the time, though. And if you weren’t normal, you got thrown here. Sometimes literally.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Cupid’s A Sniper
A pierce of my heart, An arrow shot from the sky, Cupid's a sniper.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
I Once Was Many Trees
If walls could talk, what would they say? I can tell you what I would say. I think I'm qualified. Who are we? Why are we here? Where did we come from?
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Where Are the Flowers?
I wept at your birth, Now the tears water your grave. Where are the flowers?
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Where Did the Time Go?
You cried in my arms, You made me laugh 'til I cried. Where did the time go?
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets