John R. Godwin

Joined August 2025

24 stories

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Sifting daily through the clutter of my mind trying to create something beautiful.

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I Broke Up With The Moon. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
A recent text exchange between me and the moon Hey. Oh, hey Derek, nice to know you're alive. Don't be like that. Like what? You ghosted me.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
Through The Keyhole Blooms A Flower. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
We didn't always look through a keyhole to case a house we wanted to rob. Sometimes we could look through windows, other times we were invited in after we cut a lawn for the owner.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Fiction
Descent
The grave collapses ghoul claws the dirt walls, but falls... and grabs my ankle. I considered submitting this as my entry for the Haunted Echoes Challenge.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
Neither the Day, Nor the Hour
Pinprick on my palm My flinch flips the black spider Hourglass tolls red. I considered submitting this as my entry for the Haunted Echoes Challenge.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
Of Tigers and Vikings and Wicker Baskets
Read quickly reader. for everything hunts, is hunted. The snakes will swear and I don't want to slow us in our pursuit and retreat, as we are eaten and eat.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
Final Touches
Her fingers touch mine. They feel cold. Like the copper of her coffin lid.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
The Mercenary Lantern. Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge.
This is the ancient, primeval war. This is the conflict of daytime and nighttime, darkness and light. Morning salvo launched as sunrise strikes the night
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
I Leave My Mask On Now. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge.
I leave my mask on now. It has melted onto me and into me. Stuck to my soul, I loathe it and love it and breathe it and knead it.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
Boop. Content Warning.
Part I The knock at the door wasn't unusual - just four knocks - knock-knock-knock-knock. Usual. The thunderous barking of Ryan Seacrest, my Scottish Terrier wasn't unusual. Pound-for-pound, Scottish Terriers have the loudest bark in the canine kingdom.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Fiction
Leaf Dances
Cheer the silent sway as the bronzed leaf drifts to death Dancing as it falls.
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets
Icicles Sharpen As They Melt. Content Warning.
“Icicles sharpen as they melt,” You said it in June, in irony, bringing an early chill to that summer. The summer I knew you were leaving
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets
Fall Rose
Fall's cool dryness sieves through summer's woozy melting crayons of color Sweating out their humid glory in drips, then downpours.
By John R. Godwin5 months ago in Poets