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venicewriter
I write...well, words mostly, but sometimes they become poems and sometimes full-fledged stories. I also have a book addiction problem and I am extremely procrastination inclined. So, yay for me.
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Poem for 11/17
I told you I would forget so easily. i’m remembering now! Morning Joy Claude McKay At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as the eye could see was ghostly white; Dark was the night save for the snow’s weird light. I drew […]
Poem for 11/15
Variations On The Word Love This is a word we use to plug holes with. It’s the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty […]
Poem for 11/14
In The Secular Night In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It’s two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen, when the others were out somewhere, having a good time, or so you suspected, and you had to baby-sit. You took a large […]
Poem for 11/14
In The Secular Night In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It’s two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen, when the others were out somewhere, having a good time, or so you suspected, and you had to baby-sit. You took a large […]
Category Archives: Flash Fiction
Short Cuts
“You have to understand,” God protested. “I’m not a fairy godmother, or a nice delusion to help you get through the day. The ‘ complicated’ way is the easiest way. There is no such things as magic, and I’m not … Continue reading
The Hero’s Fall
“So how’s my Hero complex today?!” He shouted as they plummeted, wind screaming in their ears, the plane debris piroueting and catching fire around them. “Annoying as always, but today it’s endearing!” She shouted back. She had to conver he … Continue reading
Looking Out
An early attempt of mine at flash fiction. Please comment! The window was open. It was nearly always open, even when frost was drawn across it, and she shivered madly, stuck in memories of summer. Only a crack and the … Continue reading
Experiences No. 1
Imagine that it is dark. It isn’t a difficult task. Just close your eyes. The physical darkness, the absence of evidence of anything is more terrible than much you could imagine. Open them. Now the darkness is real and it … Continue reading
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