Short Story Published by Members Recently Online
#ShortStory
8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
124 reads
5 Comments
8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
124 reads
5 Comments
8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
124 reads
5 Comments
8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
124 reads
5 Comments
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
497 reads
4 Comments
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
497 reads
4 Comments
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
497 reads
4 Comments
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
497 reads
4 Comments
The Avid Poetess
A writer describes herself as an avid poetess.
She told a poet that some of his compositions were not poems.
According to her, they are short stories.
If she is an avid poetess, she should know more about poetry.
Perhaps she has her own definition of poetry.
Any form of writing or speech can be poetry.
It depends on how you read a composition.
A poem should be read with rhythm and style.
It seems that the poetess has not heard about conscious poetry.
In Jamaica, we invented dub poetry.
Let us talk...
She told a poet that some of his compositions were not poems.
According to her, they are short stories.
If she is an avid poetess, she should know more about poetry.
Perhaps she has her own definition of poetry.
Any form of writing or speech can be poetry.
It depends on how you read a composition.
A poem should be read with rhythm and style.
It seems that the poetess has not heard about conscious poetry.
In Jamaica, we invented dub poetry.
Let us talk...
#WritingPoetry
#lyrics
#ShortStory
135 reads
6 Comments
The Avid Poetess
A writer describes herself as an avid poetess.
She told a poet that some of his compositions were not poems.
According to her, they are short stories.
If she is an avid poetess, she should know more about poetry.
Perhaps she has her own definition of poetry.
Any form of writing or speech can be poetry.
It depends on how you read a composition.
A poem should be read with rhythm and style.
It seems that the poetess has not heard about conscious poetry.
In Jamaica, we invented dub poetry.
Let us talk...
She told a poet that some of his compositions were not poems.
According to her, they are short stories.
If she is an avid poetess, she should know more about poetry.
Perhaps she has her own definition of poetry.
Any form of writing or speech can be poetry.
It depends on how you read a composition.
A poem should be read with rhythm and style.
It seems that the poetess has not heard about conscious poetry.
In Jamaica, we invented dub poetry.
Let us talk...
#WritingPoetry
#lyrics
#ShortStory
135 reads
6 Comments
The Avid Poetess
A writer describes herself as an avid poetess.
She told a poet that some of his compositions were not poems.
According to her, they are short stories.
If she is an avid poetess, she should know more about poetry.
Perhaps she has her own definition of poetry.
Any form of writing or speech can be poetry.
It depends on how you read a composition.
A poem should be read with rhythm and style.
It seems that the poetess has not heard about conscious poetry.
In Jamaica, we invented dub poetry.
Let us talk...
She told a poet that some of his compositions were not poems.
According to her, they are short stories.
If she is an avid poetess, she should know more about poetry.
Perhaps she has her own definition of poetry.
Any form of writing or speech can be poetry.
It depends on how you read a composition.
A poem should be read with rhythm and style.
It seems that the poetess has not heard about conscious poetry.
In Jamaica, we invented dub poetry.
Let us talk...
#WritingPoetry
#lyrics
#ShortStory
135 reads
6 Comments
YOU CAN'T MAKE SOMEONE SEE
You really want to know what is truly insanity when you deposit into, someone else and theology within the mist of the trails and tribulations. We find ourselves lost within an imaginary fantasy of what life, and love really isn't to the mind and heart and soul. To someone who doesn't value themselves, thinking that knowone can love them just because of the hand life had deal to them. But amongst the confusion of trying to love them, with the process of the pain and hurt sometimes suffering you decide to continue to stand and stay with them even with this, heavy upon your heart with silent...
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
491 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Short Story Published by Members Recently Online