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Countrygirl96
Poem Published
25th Jul 2024 5:54am
25th Jul 2024 5:54am
The Beast's Blossem Part 1
#dark
#dirty
#erotic
#monsters
#ShortStory
107 reads
4 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 00:55am
18th Jul 2024 00:55am
Year 2524
#erotic
#scifi
#ShortStory
143 reads
5 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 2:12am
16th Jul 2024 2:12am
A Tale of Western Edg@#$
#erotic
#sex
#ShortStory #BDSM
#ShortStory #BDSM
250 reads
10 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
101 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 3:42pm
9th Jul 2024 3:42pm
Letters from my Aunt #8
Back in nineteen hundred and sixty-nine
on the deep water jetty of al Muharaq,
three kliks from Manama on Bahrain isle,
a gray nuclear powered warship of the USA steamed back
from Vietnam where its huge shells attacked
positions of the commie Viet-Cong,
and me, a bit scared, in my telegraphists shack
hoped that those on R&R would soon be gone...
It was, briefly, a kinda anxious time
as I keyed in my reports in that little shack,
on the long finger of that jetty's quarter mile
back to land, then to Manama town down...
on the deep water jetty of al Muharaq,
three kliks from Manama on Bahrain isle,
a gray nuclear powered warship of the USA steamed back
from Vietnam where its huge shells attacked
positions of the commie Viet-Cong,
and me, a bit scared, in my telegraphists shack
hoped that those on R&R would soon be gone...
It was, briefly, a kinda anxious time
as I keyed in my reports in that little shack,
on the long finger of that jetty's quarter mile
back to land, then to Manama town down...
#historical
#nonfiction
#ShortStory #travel
#ShortStory #travel
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missjem56
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 10:28pm
5th Jun 2024 10:28pm
All About Horace
Horace Smallbottam, was a retired professor
Of what, nobody quite knew
During his forties, he lost an eye
When in his local The Fox & Glove
A dart bounced out of the dartboard
And took out one of his eyes!
He never returned, which was probably just as well
As the locals referred to the bullseye on the dartboard
As getting a HoraceThe years passed
During which, Horace
Treated himself to an upmarket glass eye
Which he believed to of belonged to a famous person called Etsy
That he imagined, was once owned by one -eyed Egyptian...
Of what, nobody quite knew
During his forties, he lost an eye
When in his local The Fox & Glove
A dart bounced out of the dartboard
And took out one of his eyes!
He never returned, which was probably just as well
As the locals referred to the bullseye on the dartboard
As getting a HoraceThe years passed
During which, Horace
Treated himself to an upmarket glass eye
Which he believed to of belonged to a famous person called Etsy
That he imagined, was once owned by one -eyed Egyptian...
#funny
#satirical
#ShortStory
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missjem56
Poem Published
31st May 2024 5:04pm
31st May 2024 5:04pm
Kangaroos Only Have Two
sub title: "The Mysterious Case, Of The Seven Legged Spider"
At first glance, this may not appear to be that mysterious to the average reader.
The spider in question, may, or may not of been born with a leg missing, and that also, despite having one leg less, than your average spider, he, or she, could scamper, and scuttle across the carpet, at a frightening speed
The universe often attempts to offer a kind of balance, an equillibrium
When visiting another dimension, i think it was the day before yesterday, or maybe the day before, or after that. i stumbled...
At first glance, this may not appear to be that mysterious to the average reader.
The spider in question, may, or may not of been born with a leg missing, and that also, despite having one leg less, than your average spider, he, or she, could scamper, and scuttle across the carpet, at a frightening speed
The universe often attempts to offer a kind of balance, an equillibrium
When visiting another dimension, i think it was the day before yesterday, or maybe the day before, or after that. i stumbled...
#funny
#satirical
#ShortStory #surreal
#ShortStory #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Apr 2024 4:55pm
27th Apr 2024 4:55pm
The Lady Vanishes
Last night, in a dream
I purchance
Met my perfect partner
It was love at first sight
Yet, after much talking
It seemed as though
We'd been together
Forever
She went to the loos
And didn't return
I was deeply puzzled by this
And wondered if i'd completely misread the situation
I watched the door for a while
Then asked for someone to check if she was okay
But there was no-one there
All the loos were empty
I was obviously further puzzled, as there was no back door
Maybe i'd been lost in some waking dream? ...
I purchance
Met my perfect partner
It was love at first sight
Yet, after much talking
It seemed as though
We'd been together
Forever
She went to the loos
And didn't return
I was deeply puzzled by this
And wondered if i'd completely misread the situation
I watched the door for a while
Then asked for someone to check if she was okay
But there was no-one there
All the loos were empty
I was obviously further puzzled, as there was no back door
Maybe i'd been lost in some waking dream? ...
#ghosts
#ShortStory
#surreal
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Rew
Poem Published
14th Dec 2023 8:08am
14th Dec 2023 8:08am
Penned too.
Once upon a long time ago
in a country cottage there lived
a grandma and her surprise gift
from her dead daughter's unknown beau
an unruly and awkward child
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
Now, granny had a little job
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five
unaware of that silly kid...
in a country cottage there lived
a grandma and her surprise gift
from her dead daughter's unknown beau
an unruly and awkward child
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
Now, granny had a little job
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five
unaware of that silly kid...
#rhyming
#ShortStory
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Dec 2023 2:52pm
6th Dec 2023 2:52pm
String It Up…
In the calling of the winter of discontent
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
#war
#sun
#moon
#spiritual
#ShortStory
247 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 3:35pm
1st Dec 2023 3:35pm
Demonic Vampirism Regret
Man, you mean to tell us brothas you ain’t got rid of that stank ass hellish hoe
That life in the dark don’t bring no clean pussy that taste like honey to the tongue when it flow
Something in that abyss you will never cum to know
Man, she problem have him sucking on her dead looking toes
That’s for sho
Man fuck ya'll... but the broad is crazy, with a low grade mentality
Everywhere I go I could swear she be stalking me
Smelling my draws
Like a Hound from hell in heat, with some...
That life in the dark don’t bring no clean pussy that taste like honey to the tongue when it flow
Something in that abyss you will never cum to know
Man, she problem have him sucking on her dead looking toes
That’s for sho
Man fuck ya'll... but the broad is crazy, with a low grade mentality
Everywhere I go I could swear she be stalking me
Smelling my draws
Like a Hound from hell in heat, with some...
#war
#sun
#moon #ShortStory
#moon #ShortStory
293 reads
4 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 2:52am
25th Nov 2023 2:52am
Christmas Tradition
Last year I made the mistake of saying,
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
#family
#Christmas
#holiday
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
156 reads
6 Comments
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