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  • Survival Against the Odds

    We used to roam these woods and forests freely. We outnumbered our predators. Our dens were safe and secure and our pups grew and thrived. We balanced the world. The Elk and the deer flourished as we did. There was no disease and over population in our...

  • Remains of the Hot Day

    The day is hot. Spot, every spot heated up, up, up. Down, down beats the brightness from the hole in the sky. Air rises. Hope falls. I love it! From craggy perch to rustling weeds I get to flit. I get. I flit. I flop and flap. I chortle and giggle. All...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Sum Of All Things

    When I look at my body I see 0, a large oval that with age and calories has become soft and plump, I think about how my body has always been a number. In my teen years I was very much a 1. I wasn’t happy, stick thin and no lady lumps, I felt out ...

  • The Warning

    If ever I am subject to those notes again I swear I’ll dig your heart out with my fav’rite pen I’ll place it on the table, staining every page Until it’s beating ceases, naught will quell my rage

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Happy to be Absent

    I’ve always loved to listen in And never seen it as a sin The words so lovely echo ’round I smile at the sound Events are meant for invitees And often I’ve been one of these With no intent my friends to grieve I smile when I leave I&#...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Effigy

    Why does the writer mourn? His hands and pen doth make no mark His mind is shadowed in the dark Demeanor thus forlorn, Why does the writer mourn? Why does the writer weep? The pages bleed and ink runs wet He stays alone where he is set Such secrets dot...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Invisible Woman wore a Red Dress

    The invisible woman wore a red dress. Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red. Worn like a secret, a threat to suppress. A code to decipher. A natural mess. Was she somebody’s damsel? A princess on fire? Or fierce like a dragon unfed with desire? Beau...

    • Author: Imdolien
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Breathless Tales and Dusty Trails

    Heaving and panting down the country road Kevin and Robert kicked up as much dust as a whole mess of hounds. Delbert brought up the rear, choking on dust and attempting to halt the other two. “You idgits!” Delbert rasped, “You dag-gum...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • The Welcome Inn (1)

    It is halfway through my shift when a flame-bearded man stomps into the pub, drawing the gaze of every patron and briefly silencing the gentle chatter. He sits on the stool nearest the beer taps with clear intent. ‘Um, hi there, what can I get yo...

  • Conflict: By Instinct

    This was unexpected. I reflexively sprayed the three in front of me with a flurry of razor-sharp crystals and backed off. They reacted realistically, shielding themselves well. Studying the ripple of ice shards across the blue-tinged surfaces, I made m...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Conflict: On Balance

    I put down the bottle and faced her, my weapon out but pointing down in a defensive posture. She engaged to tie up my weapon and fired a quintuplet of orange bolts like the ones she’d used earlier. I cut through her attack and batted the fiery bo...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Conflict: Forged in Fire

    My finely tuned senses picked up her throwing something long and thin with magical assistance, and my off-hand caught a length of varnished bamboo – a training implement. She dipped a chin at me. “If we’re going to work together, I ne...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Dad

    Even the all-powerful Sylvia wrote about her Daddy and how she didn’t like his German tongue or mind… or the rest of his body. And I will admit, it’s hard to search through the piles of files in my molted brain to find bad memories...

  • Not Yet

    Morning found me drunk with sleep, head spinning with exhaustion It crept beneath my eyelids, peering in with little caution And pushing them awake divorced my eyes from furtive dreams To witness neither morning nor its sun-enchanted beams A murky ...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Rappin' Repost

    a wavier while ago down the road a mile or so drunk and in denial + bile + throw, I stagger style up the walkway, heave ho, cleave those lobster claws, flip casino dough, sip pinot- on the scene, gangsta lean, yo, clean em out n’ keep the green— na...

  • Another Fine Mess (3)

    The bedroom door was flung open and 10-year old Zach burst in. Chestnut curls fell over his forehead, framing hurt, tear-filled hazel eyes. “Mom! Max won’t let me make pancakes!” Nora, now alone in bed and sitting with the sheet tucke...

    • Author: Miz Em
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Watch the Queen Conquer

    nature is much stronger than we give her credit for she is the sea and the stars from which we were born and to which we shall return and she will not always be so forgiving. her body becomes a battle ground day after day her skin writhes and crumbles,...

    • Author: seragaki
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Life is but a Flicker

    Life is but a flicker From one moment to the next Never mind if slower, quicker Life is but a flicker Sparks abruptly at the start Ends in ways no one expects Life is but a flicker From one moment to the next

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Conflict: Second Sight

    She turned away and went back into her chambers. Uncertain of whether I should follow, I hung behind until she looked back impatiently. Propriety be damned, I thought – there was more than enough space in the guest chambers that it wouldn’t...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Conflict: Long Odds

    I wondered how to break the silence, but she saved me the trouble by getting up in my face and jabbing a gloved finger at my cuirass. “Askya’s lapdog you may be, but you didn’t tell him everything.” It was not a question, but I ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Conflict: Judgement

    Despite being on the wrong end of Uncle Askya’s displeasure many times, I rarely saw the man show much more than a mild scorn. So I stepped back involuntarily when he switched from sarcasm and sneering contempt to full-on rage. The quiet kind. &#...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Watercolored Corn on My Shoulder

    Steam fills my lungs as I powder punch the words over and again into my head. I want to say something poetic, but not intrusive. Something honest, but not painful. Realizing I can’t, my body adjusts to my building pressure. Lizards and tigers due...

  • Semi-There Sunrise

    Things went blank. Or flat. Or perhaps just semi-there, but loud. The night became a flash of images and information punctuated by gunfire and mortar explosions. Bits and pieces of salient information emerged as if from a fog—friendly positions, ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Another Fine Mess (2) (Mature)

    Nora was a bit desperate to find a way out of the situation before her children woke. It just wouldn’t do for her kids to find her in bed with a man, especially one young enough to be her son! Well, she thought, not quite that young. Her son, Max had...

    • Author: Miz Em
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • That Feeling You Get When You Hear A Song And It All Clicks

    I’ve put your mem’ry with this song Through vibrations in the air In hopes that you could still live on I can pretend you’re standing there Before your vision torn asunder As the lyrics fill my head I give you one last roar of thunder...

    • Author: inky blue
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
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