Mark Crouch

Joined September 2022

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Gullywasher Holler Folk
Three days had passed since Ughp had tamed his mighty steed. Well, if he was being honest with himself, there hadn’t been much taming.
By Mark Crouch2 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of Sleep
To me, the great escape was always sleep. It is the closest one can get to death, as if we are softly caressing the veil between our world and eternity.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
House of the ‘Possum
Long ago, before you, I or our ancestors ever set foot in Appalachia, the hills of this beautiful land were divided into seven kingdoms. Each were ruled by their own king, defended by their own knights, and cultivated by their own people.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
Latent Echoes
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” As Cain uttered those words to his wife, her annoyance quickly turned to amusement, “Don’t even. I swear you don’t have a serious bone in your body. Everything is a joke to you!” she laughed, striking him playfully.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
Saccharine Song
Sincere stanzas Soothing screams Shrouded secret silent schemes Seditious suspicions Shivering spines Self-assuring sprightly signs
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Life of the Party
At a party I met a girl named Meg She asked me if I could order a keg We all flew high as a kite that night Because I accidentally ordered dynamite
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Burgers by the Sea
I once had a dream to be A burger salesman down by the sea Alas it was much too foggy And my buns all became soggy When I took a break to go pee
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
The Magic Thieves
“Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was such a marvel, like nothing any of us had ever seen. There were rumors that something lived in those clouds, that it was the source of the diamond dust that came with the storms but none of us ever saw anything like that. I’m not saying it’s not true, seeing isn’t always believing.”
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
Can we go back?
Super Nintendo And McDonald’s Cheeseburgers In my time capsule
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
End of Days
Skies of black and red Wisps of flames amongst dark clouds Blotting out the sun *** Water floods the streets Like an uninvited guest
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Tranquility
A fire in the hearth Of the mountaintop cabin As it snows gently
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
The Horsemen
A white horse appeared Breath steaming as it galloped Seeking to conquer *** A red horse followed Leaving behind fire and blood
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets