Joshua Bull
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An aspiring writer. I enjoy writing short stories on the relationships between people and the surreal. My poetry is a deep dive into intense emotions within moments.
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Like a music count Numbers ascending order Exhale four two three
By Joshua Bullabout a year ago in Poets
Red Faced
Got too excited Words expressed much too early Easy as heat builds
By Joshua Bullabout a year ago in Poets
The White Room
It was a small room. White walls, a white table and a single chair. The steaming yellow-green tea was the only color in the room. The white teacup blended in with the table and the light from above created a glare that made it hard to look at directly. There was still a little time, he could say he needed to wait for the tea to cool before drinking it. He looked around. Tiled walls. No doorway. The floor was polished tile, reflecting the white light. The ceiling looked the same as the floor giving a sense of vertigo. The light in the middle of the ceiling was blinding to look at, that had to be the way out. The steam stopped rising from the teacup, he looked toward the light and saw a shift, but the light was bright and blocked any details. They would be coming soon to ensure he drank the whole cup of tea. That was all he remembered, something would happen afterwards, but his memories ended after drinking the tea. All he remembered was the directive. But, something tugged at the back of his mind urging him to avoid the tea and look for an escape. Something created a shadow blocking the light for a moment, it fluttered downward creating a dancing shadow in the room. Landing on the table, it was a note, a small piece of paper with a single word: “Drink”. He drank.
By Joshua Bullabout a year ago in Horror
