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Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
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#funny
#prose
#travel
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comment on Poets Revenge's poem Dark Poetess
Very true and perceptive
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
not only of me,
but the apparitions that haunt and taunt me
If only they were ghosts, but the flesh teases
and their blood leaves me thirsting
They are mirages in my desolate world
where my barren heart crumbles into dust
Then I turn back only to see them reaching out
for the very thing they gave up when letting go of me
and I wonder what perfection are they looking for
that was not inside of me?
Or perhaps it's my outside
that does not achieve the superficial perfection they crave
These are my demons...
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Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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Ivy
Yearning is inherited. We buy Hershey bars and street maps, sticky fingers tracing the roads between us. Collect bottle tops and unicorn stickers. How the scientists say we never really touch. Something about electrons and porcelain shoes. Mother always tossing her hair and looking away. Troubling us with her sad stories of Mercurochrome and cocktail rings. We take super eights down to the lake. You film me in my bra, the look in my eyes daring you to harm me. Our lovely drownings as we try to swallow the stars. The livid-red coals of our cigarettes like fireflies in the night.
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Of All I Can Never Have
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
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Of All I Can Never Have
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
273 reads
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Of All I Can Never Have
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
273 reads
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Of All I Can Never Have
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
273 reads
13 Comments
Of All I Can Never Have
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
273 reads
13 Comments
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