Poetry competition CLOSED 14th October 2019 2:05am
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNER-UP:
Josh
Two Sentence Horror Story
Anonymous
Marriage Sniper...
Nightly he pretended to shoot himself in front of her, enjoying her pleas and screams of terror as the blanks fired. Time for change she decided wearily, swapping live bullets for the blanks; unaware that in a bar across town, he was thinking ‘tonight I’ll pretend to shoot the baby.’
Nightly he pretended to shoot himself in front of her, enjoying her pleas and screams of terror as the blanks fired. Time for change she decided wearily, swapping live bullets for the blanks; unaware that in a bar across town, he was thinking ‘tonight I’ll pretend to shoot the baby.’
Waiting is a bitch
I'm hysterical mesmerized time stands still waiting is a bitch.
I see the shadows they meander about finally 3 2 1 they throw the fucking switch.
I see the shadows they meander about finally 3 2 1 they throw the fucking switch.
Written by HowlingHeart
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THE TRUTH IS POISON
The Earth is a sealed garage.
Everybody runs their engines.
Everybody runs their engines.
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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Things that go Bump in the Night
Did You hear that?!
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About time that thing was good for something!
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About time that thing was good for something!
Written by Tallen
(earth_empath)
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Murderous Doula
All Creation groans, as in childbirth.
We push her head ever deeper in the birthing pool.
Written by brokentitanium
(k.)
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KNOW (NOT)
At times, I think they splash and spew out thick cyanic spumes, in the dark’s flashed grainy buzzing classified newsreel’s repetitive intermittence in no inference....
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But now, it grow(l)s steadily in a stupefying salt-loaded singular magnificence, sweeping all in a very knowing, an ad-libbing osmotic rupture
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HERMETIC MIND-BLINDS UNDER PTYCHOZOON INVASION
In-between the darkly tightened window panes, there's probably still a thin(ning) escapade route running as a straight line gap with shining holds of a distant street light....
But, how even the airs will fare from the slithering silhouettes of piled up psychotic flying geckos in shadowed devouring the visions of hope even..
In-between the darkly tightened window panes, there's probably still a thin(ning) escapade route running as a straight line gap with shining holds of a distant street light....
But, how even the airs will fare from the slithering silhouettes of piled up psychotic flying geckos in shadowed devouring the visions of hope even..
