Moon Desert

Joined February 2021

946 stories

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UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

Where the wild roses grow full of words...

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blue parachute
blue cuts through the land searing sight of greensward yard an eye in the sky * 6 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue button
vicious colony porpita porpita disc gel-like tentacles * 5 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
bluebottle II
condom-like creature officious interference the sea-coloured train * 5 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
bluebottle I
conspicuous sting Portuguese man o' war zone siphonophore fleet * 5 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue sea dragon III
hermaphrodite life ventral sides facing – mating appendages long * 5 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue sea dragon II
mixed with the sea, sun cerata slow moves, gleaming blue up, silver down * 5 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue sea dragon I
pelagic zone risk glaucus atlanticus inch nematocyst-fed * 5 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue dragon IV
blue river runs through his tail turns into a tale told to scare children * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue dragon III
dragon’s den, afraid River Vistula's threat: dry gaping fire stops * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue dragon II
holophagus’ cave royal carmine and gold robes snatching lives in threes * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
blue dragon I
on the scopulus swallows smouldering sulphur Wawel Hill born beast * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Arctic Circle Getaway
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cosy A-frame cabin. Clouds of snow, like dust, fell from under our pyörät, that is wheels, wild animals kurkistanut, or peeked, from behind mounds of frozen white only to let us enter their witness grounds. It was cold, that is little below zero, counted rather in dozens, mid-December, but our warm hearts and hands were on fire. Cold heat, heat cold, we could count endlessly for hours stretching like noodles.
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Fiction