Submissions by endlessgame23 (W. Edith Gilead)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I shall let my poetry introduce me
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2018 4:19pm
11th Apr 2018 4:19pm
Devil's Presents
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I am proud to announce I have taken a step into less shallow waters.
I have published myself with the gracious help of Smashwords.
I invite you to download a copy of Devil's Presents Gift Wrapped Volume One.
The anthology is free, just needs a little space on your phone, e-reader, or personal computer.
Download now to be the first to read a never before seen First Chapter of Scavenger Hunt.
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#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
527 reads
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2018 6:49am
11th Feb 2018 6:49am
What Comes to Mind
Bridge #58 marks the spot where my midnight walk crosses the Pawcatuck River.
A matte gray horizon looms above me, threatening snow flurries and blistering winds.
Torrent's of dark water rushing beneath me, beckon me towards their icy embrace.
The River's roar matching the thunder of my heart
But all I can hear is that awful, little voice
They're better off without me
The steel guardian gripped in my fists
Cold and unforgiving, as I hang on. Just barely,
Wondering what the angels sang as they fell and how long it'd take for my body to reach the...
A matte gray horizon looms above me, threatening snow flurries and blistering winds.
Torrent's of dark water rushing beneath me, beckon me towards their icy embrace.
The River's roar matching the thunder of my heart
But all I can hear is that awful, little voice
They're better off without me
The steel guardian gripped in my fists
Cold and unforgiving, as I hang on. Just barely,
Wondering what the angels sang as they fell and how long it'd take for my body to reach the...
#dark
#river
#FreeVerse
517 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jan 2018 5:59pm
14th Jan 2018 5:59pm
Supernatural Cowby Sleuth (final)
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"Everything is the same," Marcus said as he watched the same events repeat for a sixth time, a seventh.
Leo observed him carefully, preparing for bad reaction, ready to pull out the big guns if Marcus got to out of hand.
The Last Resort: deleting the encounters between him and Marcus; which could corrupt the avatar's code, resulting in either a reset or a glitch, leading to deletion. Neither option was optimal, Leo wanted to avoid tampering with Marcus' code at all costs. Would, in fact, only interfere that far behind the scenes if this...
"Everything is the same," Marcus said as he watched the same events repeat for a sixth time, a seventh.
Leo observed him carefully, preparing for bad reaction, ready to pull out the big guns if Marcus got to out of hand.
The Last Resort: deleting the encounters between him and Marcus; which could corrupt the avatar's code, resulting in either a reset or a glitch, leading to deletion. Neither option was optimal, Leo wanted to avoid tampering with Marcus' code at all costs. Would, in fact, only interfere that far behind the scenes if this...
#corruption
#tragedy
#HumanRights
#greed
#morality
579 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2018 5:47pm
2nd Jan 2018 5:47pm
Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth 3.1
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Leo and Marcus sat on a weather worn bench in the middle of the park. Leo was comfortably leaned back,
Arms stretched behind him, eyes squinted in the bright afternoon sunshine. He watched as the people and animals moved around him. A squirrel scurrying up a maple tree, three college boys throwing a Frisbee to each other, a mother and her child strolled the path in front of them, and an airplane flew high over the horizon.
"I love it here," he said breaking the silence, "it's sunny, bustling with life, and everything seems to always go...
Leo and Marcus sat on a weather worn bench in the middle of the park. Leo was comfortably leaned back,
Arms stretched behind him, eyes squinted in the bright afternoon sunshine. He watched as the people and animals moved around him. A squirrel scurrying up a maple tree, three college boys throwing a Frisbee to each other, a mother and her child strolled the path in front of them, and an airplane flew high over the horizon.
"I love it here," he said breaking the silence, "it's sunny, bustling with life, and everything seems to always go...
#fiction
732 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2017 5:37am
29th Dec 2017 5:37am
You wouldn't dare!
Oh, but I would
#anxiety
#dark
#evil
#scary
#fear
507 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2017 11:05pm
16th Dec 2017 11:05pm
Play Station
I do not aspire to
understand your Mistress
only begrudgingly accept
her loathsome existence
understand your Mistress
only begrudgingly accept
her loathsome existence
#love
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#metaphor
552 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2017 1:49am
15th Dec 2017 1:49am
The most Inopportune Time
I paced this empty room
Quiet and alone
Burdened by the awful weight
Of weary writer's granite stone
Words danced beyond my tongue
Taunting, evading, troublesome
Random. Incoherent whispers
Of poems left undone
Madness touched the edge of my mind
I am aimless, refusing destination
I dream of being the Master Bard
Not tainted by Procrastination
I sought guidance and was fulfilled
Calliope was generous
My muse of muses led me to
The words that would make me famous
If only, in that moment ...
Quiet and alone
Burdened by the awful weight
Of weary writer's granite stone
Words danced beyond my tongue
Taunting, evading, troublesome
Random. Incoherent whispers
Of poems left undone
Madness touched the edge of my mind
I am aimless, refusing destination
I dream of being the Master Bard
Not tainted by Procrastination
I sought guidance and was fulfilled
Calliope was generous
My muse of muses led me to
The words that would make me famous
If only, in that moment ...
#rejection
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock #MyInspiration
#WritersBlock #MyInspiration
771 reads
5 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Dec 2017 1:26am
14th Dec 2017 1:26am
Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth
Prologue
Marcus and Shelly were cozied up on the same side of the worn, red vinyl booth in their favorite Malt-Stop. They greedily sucked on the candy striped straws climbing out of the same chocolate chip malt. The Malt-Stop was bustling with patrons, everyone excitedly chatting, eating, slurping, laughter, and amicably arguing. The air was full of gaiety and bright, afternoon sunshine.
Marcus stopped sucking on his candy straw and looked at Shelly with a wide grin, his violet eyes glowing with adoration. Large orbs of glimmering emeralds gazed back at him...
Marcus and Shelly were cozied up on the same side of the worn, red vinyl booth in their favorite Malt-Stop. They greedily sucked on the candy striped straws climbing out of the same chocolate chip malt. The Malt-Stop was bustling with patrons, everyone excitedly chatting, eating, slurping, laughter, and amicably arguing. The air was full of gaiety and bright, afternoon sunshine.
Marcus stopped sucking on his candy straw and looked at Shelly with a wide grin, his violet eyes glowing with adoration. Large orbs of glimmering emeralds gazed back at him...
#science
#fiction
728 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Nov 2017 5:08am
3rd Nov 2017 5:08am
Tartarus
I could have you killed!" screamed The Congressman, spittle, frothy and flying from his puffy lips. His face was bright red with fury, shit-brown eyes bloodshot and bulging. He stood at the end of a dirty mattress, haphazardly thrown on the floor. He was naked, flaccid phallus, tiny and thumping against sagging testicles. The Congressman rumbled and raged his tantrum against the small girl that was chained to the wall across the room.
Aurora
She threw her head back and laughed; loud and deep within her throat.
The Congressman rushed toward her, skirting to the left side of...
Aurora
She threw her head back and laughed; loud and deep within her throat.
The Congressman rushed toward her, skirting to the left side of...
#PopCulture
836 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2017 4:43pm
2nd Nov 2017 4:43pm
Lilitu
high up in The Tower
Prisoner of Insanity
bound by your own Power
Queen of Calamity
locked away and hidden
Witch of Blasphemy
truth comes unbidden
woven in your tapestry
the lines and ridges of your flesh
reveal your sordid story
Heaven cursed, Devil's Blessed
Angels weep our glory
Forgotten Love, I remember
surrendered Love, I'm sorry
I smolder in the embers
of what We used to be
I'd walk beneath the ocean
just to have you near me
I'd drink the poison...
Prisoner of Insanity
bound by your own Power
Queen of Calamity
locked away and hidden
Witch of Blasphemy
truth comes unbidden
woven in your tapestry
the lines and ridges of your flesh
reveal your sordid story
Heaven cursed, Devil's Blessed
Angels weep our glory
Forgotten Love, I remember
surrendered Love, I'm sorry
I smolder in the embers
of what We used to be
I'd walk beneath the ocean
just to have you near me
I'd drink the poison...
#lover
771 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Oct 2017 5:42am
19th Oct 2017 5:42am
Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (1.2)
Marcus stood in an endless maze, surrounded by a thousand memories of Shelly. Each, a hologram reliving different moments they had shared together. He cautiously walked to the closest image on his left. It was a holo of the first day he had met Shelly. He saw a hologram of himself standing behind the pharmacy counter. He remembered the day well..
*******
Marcus was five years younger, so recently employed by Dr. Phitzpatryk that his lab coat was still stiff with starch. He stood, back turned to his first customer, desperately searching for...
*******
Marcus was five years younger, so recently employed by Dr. Phitzpatryk that his lab coat was still stiff with starch. He stood, back turned to his first customer, desperately searching for...
#soldiers
#war
#environment
#rebellion
#military
586 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Oct 2017 2:14am
17th Oct 2017 2:14am
Supernatural Cowboy Sleuth (1)
Pale morning light peaked through Marcus' bedroom window. He lay in bed snoring soundly, deep in sleep. The 'old fashion' analog alarm clock urgently swung it's pendulum against it's tinny bells, a half second out of time with the chimes and beeps of his cellphone ringtone. He dreamed on oblivious to the cacophony surrounding him. Though, his third shift neighbor above him, was not as deaf to the sounds of morning as Marcus. The unseen neighbor began to stomp loudly on his floor, shaking Marcus' ceiling fan; determined to succeed where the alarm clock and phone had failed. Marcus heard this...
#narrative
#prose
561 reads
2 Comments
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