Joe O’Connor

Joined February 2023

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New Zealander

English teacher

Short stories and poems📚

Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!

Currently writing James The Wonderer

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Once, we were sinners.
You wore me on your arm with such pride. Greedily, claiming me as yours. Swallowed me whole, a gourmand. It was lust at first sight.
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Poets
This Generation. . Top Story - June 2024.
“Hi Grandad.” “Oh, hello there, son.” “Happy Birthday.." “Why thank you – I do feel another year older, but I’m not sure I feel any wiser!”
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
We turn dreams into reality.
I am sitting on the edge of my bunk. The harsh fluorescent lights are buzzing, I can hear them. They are loud, for lights. My room is an average size, I am told. Seven square metres. It is not square in shape though, it is actually a rectangle. I have always felt different, like I am out of sync with the world. Autism, they had said. Autism had given that feeling a name.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Futurism
Heaven on Earth. Top Story - May 2024.
She took me into her arms in a way that felt like home. Immediately, her warm embrace was unparalleled with almost any comfort I’d ever felt.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Wander
There's a Rumble in the Jungle
One upon a time, in a world long ago, A world that us humans didn’t really know, Lived creatures ginormous, fierce, and free,
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Humanising him
She sits alone, chin nestled on steepled hands, staring at a wall full of posters that need to come down with the end of the semester, awaiting the knock.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Fiction
He finished Sundays with a whiskey, neat.
As I watch the rise and fall of his chest, his breath catches ever-so-slightly in his throat, like a steam train rattling off into the distance. Welcome to your 4:06 service, this is the last stop before our final destination. Around us, the rustle of papery skin against starched sheets, the constant drip-drip of the IV fluid. It’s eerily quiet. One can’t help but reflect.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Sandman
E nter, Sandman. C ourt me away from L istless days and I nsomniatic nights. P lease, dim the lights as you do. S hade my skies for
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
James The Wonderer: Chapter Three
Read Chapter One: a bishop and a jump here: The older boy stepped forward uncertainly and moved closer to his young companion. “My name is Samuel, and this is James. We’re sorry to have startled you, but we needed a place to sleep for a few hours and this seemed safe”. He spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable with care.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Chapters
A Global Warning
Eventually, there may only be one ocean. Clouds may burst, full of scalding rain that cannot cool our tongues and the Land may shrink until we’re all balancing on our tip-toes.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
The theory of evolution
E ndangered, and increasingly so. C hildren collaged our photos into school books with a thick title at the top. L ively and abundant we once were, dare I say thriving, before
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Human Silhouettes. Top Story - April 2024.
E veryone averts their eyes C onvincing themselves that they're not L ike me. I n rain or shine I sit and push through, as they
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets