Michelle Visconti

Joined June 2021

4 stories

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Fiction Writer and Poet

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The Visitor
The lights began to flicker. Once, twice… pop! A wave of energy zipped through the house as the lights went out and pushed my back against the chair. The shock of the pop startled me. I spilled my coffee into my lap, splattering the pages of my National Geographic magazine. The coffee burned through my clothing, soaking into my skin. A nice, steamy, unsolicited espresso bath… because why not. I close my eyes and let out a growl of frustration. Of course this would happen but… what the hell was that?
By Michelle Visconti3 years ago in Horror
The Heartbeat
In mid-September The crisp air kisses my check With autumn's love song The cold brings desire A slow light to the fire's burn
By Michelle Visconti3 years ago in Poets
The Morning Twilight
Perhaps it was the calm of the rain that woke me. A deepened sense of peace being ushered into my soul. I wake up and venture outside the shelter of my tent.
By Michelle Visconti4 years ago in Poets
The Puppeteer
i wear its color upon my skin. My eyes, my hair, my heart, my mind. The grey of the cloud which taunts me. But they do not see it
By Michelle Visconti4 years ago in Poets