Tasha McIntosh

Joined May 2024

10 stories

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Passionate and eclectic writer and reader.

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Sizes Too Small
A shrine of cloth and thread placed paces from your bed A monument to your skin from past One you’ll unearth if you stick to the fast
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
You Don't See Me, But I See You
A fresh start, a new smile in an old place. It’s not my first time here, but first time seeing your face. Your uniform is new, ill-fitting and unstained.
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
Letting Go What You Can't Bear To Leave Behind
Some lint, a spider, a paperclip A sock, some crumbs and a broken zip No luck under this one, no joy in the next This seat yields frustration, after each check
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
Never Mind...
Never mind, the words that cut you, or the blood that trickles from skin. Never mind, being left all alone, abandoned by chosen kin.
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
The Phone Keeps Ringing
The high pitched song jolts me from sound slumber. A monophonic ballad tearing my peace asunder. My arm flails frantically, scrying for the source. It’s nowhere near, so I sigh, “But of course”.
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
Brain On Blue Screen. Content Warning.
Tasha McIntosh [Version 4.0] (c) Tasha McIntosh. All rights reserved B:\Beginning brain scan. This process will take absolutely ages.
By Tasha McIntoshabout a year ago in Psyche
Challenging Myself To Challenges
The empty page. The blinking insertion point. The pure, brilliant white void that stares deep into your soul, beckoning for your call. The sheer scope of possibilities, formats and genres can overload the brain until it implodes and is left as empty as the paper in front of you. Writers block can become, if you allow it, an insurmountable obstacle if not broken down.
By Tasha McIntosh2 years ago in Writers
You Don't See Me, But I See You
A fresh start, a new smile in an old place. It’s not my first time here, but first time seeing your face. Your uniform is new, ill-fitting and unstained.
By Tasha McIntosh2 years ago in Poets
The Video Game That Made Me Fall In Love With History & Conspiracy. Top Story - May 2024.
"Paris in the fall, the last months of the year, and the end of the Millenium. The city holds many memories for me, of cafes, of music, of love, and of death."
By Tasha McIntosh2 years ago in Gamers
Gazebo Nights
Clearing dried tears with your left hand, you took a drag with the right. Cerulean smoke plumed from your lips, the smoke faded into night.
By Tasha McIntosh2 years ago in Poets