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Lives I’d never lead
Dazed in a hazy afternoon dream I drifted through the sun to a sign called oasis doors held by my hands opened to a waiting refrigerated world
By The Invisible Writer5 months ago in Poets
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By Vocal Team5 months ago in Resources
writing until I'm empty
I know many think that poets are crazy. but many of us are sane. we just like to express ourselves through ink. with pens, pencils,
By Edvin Sterling5 months ago in Poets
You're not having senior moments or widow's brain fog: It's your iPhone that's the problem
Senior moments and widow's brain fog are real If you are an older adult over 60, you may notice changes in your day-to-day routine that are related to the aging process. If you are a widow or widower, you may feel disoriented without your life partner and find that you are forgetful or make some mistakes.
By Cheryl E Preston5 months ago in FYI
Darling Little Uglies
He wakes to see nothing— he feels nothing. But he smells the shore and he can hear the waves and then, bewildered, he tries to move.
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Fiction
Heroes don’t always wear badges.
This little girl walked into a biker bar at midnight and asked the scariest-looking man there if he could help her save her mommy.
By Guy lynn5 months ago in Humans
The Taste of Lies
At first taste, you might tend to recoil in repugnance. Wincing and gagging at the bitter flavor. Spitting out the acerbic mouthful like stagnant, cloudy water that was pooling in the sun.
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
Herbert
A hulking figure stood in the doorway. He smelled like whiskey and clenched a cigar between his teeth. It had a cherry scent adding a pleasant smell to an otherwise horrible one. Brad and Wendy turn and their faces twist in horror. Herbert revs his chain saw; then he lets out a terrifying squeal while chasing after the couple. Wendy bashes the clown over the head. Glass shatters and candy goes everywhere. Herbert shakes his head. Brad drives his shoulder into Herbert’s belly. The clown lets out a grunt as he staggers backwards and crashes through the coffee table. The terrified couple tries fleeing out the back door.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
Record Scratch
When I was young, all I remembered was the crush Your brothers and sisters Half whole and step A mosh pit of punks every Easter and Christmas
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
DABDA
A book written when I was 10 years old has been nagging at my thoughts and I've just realized why. The book is On Death and Dying by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, and a book that talked about death was so novel that Time magazine named her as one of the '100 Most Important Thinkers' of the 20th century.
By Judey Kalchik 5 months ago in BookClub
Dead Frequency: Vinyls of the Void
Sometimes, attention feeds more than the ego. 🎵📻🎶🎧🎵💿🎶📀🎧📻🎵💿🎶🎵📻🎶🎧🎵💿🎶📀🎧📻🎵💿🎶 Prologue The studio was dark, its walls lined with lingering mildew. Faint static buzzed through its walls, a hungry sound.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Fiction
A Conspiracy of Ravens.
Dr. Don Griffin stood in front of the science class, strangely speaking of ravens. His students tilted their heads in question marks, wondering where he was heading with this line of reasoning. He had gone completely off topic.
By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Fiction
A Primordial Howl
A primordial howl escaped my lips As It all began to form ~~~And I found myself falling Into the Unknown... One moment I am standing at the precipice
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Poets
Saving Skott with a K.
"You have the right to remain silent...anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one...one will be appointed for you".
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Pits, People and Players
You won’t find plush velvet seats here. Nor the genteel hum of the crush bar before curtain up. In Horden, a raw former mining town scoured by the North Sea wind, theatre exists on its own terms.
By Andy Potts5 months ago in Geeks
The Princess of Tisul: The Woman Who Slept Beneath the Earth
The Princess of Tisul The incident I am about to share with you… you will probably never find in any official record.
By Leah Brooke5 months ago in Humans
How I Want to Remember You
I sit where you used to be, Where I used to hear your footsteps down the stairs, I would tiptoe up to your room to see if you were sleeping,
By Samantha Smith5 months ago in Poets
Honor
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
I must apologize for the late response. In truth I am still in shock. The day was like any other, Wake up go for a walk, grab a coffee then plan to write throughout the morning.
By JBaz5 months ago in Writers
Deceit in Desire
The night is electric and filled with deceit, a tension so thick, sliced open would unveil heavy-laced wanting. You slide your hand
By Amanda Abela5 months ago in Poets