Sean A.

Joined July 2022

136 stories

Bio

A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.

Achievements (10)

Stories (136)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

Always in the Red
I say the root of all money is evil Fertilized with blood meal and unchecked greed Debt infested, feasting like a weevil Did they know what would grow, planting that seed?
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Hummingbird
I never saw one, growing up Such an impossibly tiny thing But here it hovers, eight floors high In a garden meant to heal with distractions
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Marigold. Top Story - December 2023.
Bask in the sun, my splendid marigold Ancient Aztec hopes are seeded in you It’s love that makes your roots grow deep and bold
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Winter Thoughts
When my beard is white as the snow I’m afraid my memories will freeze over Like a lake deep in the woods I search the frosted glass for blurry shapes
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
Vows
He had made a vow. Under the rose covered arch, red closed tight like a fist, he promised she’d be his final love. The last one. Swore to care for her heart like his own. That her soul was his soul. Even as their tears glistened in the moonlight, he felt doubt try to strangle the words in his throat. Some men just can’t change. Some vows can’t be kept. Here it was, another full moon and a new heart was calling. Wanting to be his. Forever. He stepped into the shadows. Waiting to make a new vow.
By Sean A.3 years ago in Fiction
Just another blanket
I get tired of blanket statements Even if they’re meant to comfort God is love Such a cozy idea, wraps you up In downy feathers from a dove
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
Resting again
God must be resting Or no longer has the time To drown the world - Fiery bushes Made great pronouncements but now Everything just burns
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
Blood Stained Glass
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A glimpse of the sky she could not reach and stars she could not follow. Through that window, she…
By Sean A.3 years ago in Fiction
The words
Close my eyes Hide from the world Drift away Then the words Up from the depths Shove them aside Close the door They come knocking
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
Fear of New Dreams
The caravans are on TV again Reminds me of covered wagons Heading west to a land that isn’t theirs Laying stake to a better life
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
Aspirations
Summit out of reach But paramount that it is There to aspire
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
Old and New
I press lightly, encroach on your space You push back, saying “I am here.” I rarely talk to you, but then I rarely talk I don’t want to give any false impressions
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets