Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

866 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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203 — Swings Both Ways
You know something's not right even when sleeping. Dishevelment in the world can awaken you. Imagine my surprise when I awoke to see a door standing in the middle of my bedroom. It wasn't a dream.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
204 — Rude Awakening
Alan had a parasomnia condition called "Exploding Head Syndrome." Every night, transitioning from his REM sleep to awakening, countless synapses from sensory portions of his brain would spontaneously fire in a disorganized, yet voluminous, discharge of visual flashes and deafening sound. He also had the sensation of a shock wave of pressure that would, in his hypnogogic state, decimate him.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Cruel and Unusual Punishment
The current through our braided tightrope No longer conducts; it resists. Ohms heat the knots 'til white hot. A cruel incandescence
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Life + 1
Life--hard and cursed and cruel Mysoft--oblivious, and self-blundering When they, two, meet and imbue the fuel To send what's unburnt, self-wondering
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
202 Operatic Obituary
Thinking of sharks, I'm wary of their pretty teeth and how they show them pearly whites. And then I think of MacHeath and the jackknife he kept out of sight.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
201 — Enthuse, Blockheads!
The Blockheads were stuffy. They were congested. Their sinuses were blocked, their ideas were stifled, and their loves were tentative. But their likes were easily posted with a keystroke.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
200 — The Character Development of Harry Milks
Malcolm Assuage was Harry Milks. It was Milks' pen name, his alter ego. Harry Milks didn't like the limelight; his nom de plume was the perfect vehicle for a camouflaged fame, a nice income, and the anonymity to womanize.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
199 Dame Doom
I entered. Dame Doom awaited. But I was wise to her. While she had distressed so many who have visited her--my friends and loved ones--I knew her weakness. I came prepared.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Rites of Wrong
How could I be so wrong About being so goddamn right How could I do it for so long And lose the goddamn fight . How could I walk along
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
198 — Forward, Into the Past!
In 1904, two great nations, Britain and France, signed the Entente Cordiale, finally establishing diplomacy and ending their colonial disputes in North Africa.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Bleaching Out
Red on yellow will kill a fellow A life of blues goes down in twos Red on black means venom lack Red-hand — underhanded Too yellow tells so
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
No Net Gain
Your are a nine-sided nonagon Side-by-side, I'm an octagon But our angles should total Three-hundred-and-sixty Degrees congruent:
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets