Mark Crouch

Joined September 2022

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At the Rim of the Sky
Bearded ones beckon I climb seven thousand steps And embrace my call
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Beneath a Sea of Glass
Two men in orange coveralls approached an enormous building and despite the ravaged world around it, it appeared to be mostly untouched. The wind was blowing trash and debris around as they walked toward the concrete structure under melancholy skies of gray.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
Tremble
The darkness trembles I watch as the mountains move When I tell them to
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Home Again
I swore I would leave Oh, these West Virginia Hills But I never did *The Appalachian Mountains run through West Virginia but are oftentimes referred to as hills, just like in our State Song.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
The Devil on the Street
What if I told you, The Devil was walking the street That there could be a chance The two of you would meet Perhaps you would run and hide
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Secrets Kept
“How’s that look?” The old man spun the chair around to allow me to behold my reflection. I turned my head slightly to one side, then the other.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
The Last of the Dragons
Terreges. The Land of Kings. Or rather it once was, until the rulers of the age were deceived, following the lusts of their hearts, wishing only to fulfill their selfish desires.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
Diverging Paths
“What’s it like?” I couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh that escaped my lips. I knew the question would come but I hoped perhaps someone, anyone would check on me first, ask how I was doing.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Fiction
The Portrait
I still remember the first time it spoke to me, the portrait of the majestic lady in green that is, like it was yesterday.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Horror
The Dust Man
Tabitha Longheart was something of a perfectionist, keeping all of her belongings in perfect order. Her locker at Liberty High School was immaculate as was her car. Her parents never questioned her habits, although they sometimes joked and gave her a hard time, to them this was simply how Tabby was and would always be.
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Horror
The Silent Tower
I dream of ripples in the water Of reflections in the sky Of dark forms doomed to wander And destruction drawing nigh
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets
Further Than I
I yearned to dream, afraid to wake Fleeing a land far across the sea My heart and soul I did forsake Now there is naught left of me
By Mark Crouch3 years ago in Poets