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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
Tops & Tails
They gathered in a room of the hotel that served as a sort of dressing room for waitresses, who functioned essentially as entertainers. The girls weren't dressed in formal wear but in a showgirl ensemble that combined tops and tails with fishnet stockings. A few of the more imposing waitresses even wielded canes like Old Hollywood tap dancers.
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
#fiction
#revenge
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
Tops & Tails
They gathered in a room of the hotel that served as a sort of dressing room for waitresses, who functioned essentially as entertainers. The girls weren't dressed in formal wear but in a showgirl ensemble that combined tops and tails with fishnet stockings. A few of the more imposing waitresses even wielded canes like Old Hollywood tap dancers.
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
#fiction
#revenge
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
66 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
The Vessel
It was then that as the battle was raging on
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
#war
#science
#peace
#fiction
#humankind
314 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
The Vessel
It was then that as the battle was raging on
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
#war
#science
#peace
#fiction
#humankind
314 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
The Vessel
It was then that as the battle was raging on
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
#war
#science
#peace
#fiction
#humankind
314 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
The Vessel
It was then that as the battle was raging on
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
#war
#science
#peace
#fiction
#humankind
314 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
23rd Apr 2022 6:26pm
The Vessel
It was then that as the battle was raging on
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
A strange ship appeared above in the skies
And as all eyes turned upward the fighting stopped
Long enough to be mesmerized by it’s giant sails
A soldier from the north side of no man’s land
Fired a canon round toward the massive vessel
But it seemed that the hull’s shiny chrome and steel
Absorbed the shell as it descended slowly
In fear, both sides turned their fire on the craft
A fury of hell bombarded until smoke blinded them
But still, the ship, without making a sound
Landed...
#war
#science
#peace
#fiction
#humankind
314 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
123 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
123 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
123 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
319 reads
0 Comments
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