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Nights out
Dive into the pulse of wild nights, Explore the highs and lows in this poetic journey. #NightLife #Poetry
Examining silence
This poem delves into solitude, regrets, and the relentless search for identity after dark.
Jupiter’s First Cowboy.
Revisit your childhood dreams and join Jupiter’s first cowboy for a celestial rodeo among the stars. Unforgettable cosmic Poem awaits!
The Music in My Life
Explore the profound impact of music on my life, memories, and moments. A poetic journey of nostalgia, empathy, and connection.
Little windows
A poem of what used to be, and what becomes of the past.
Sour Sweets
A poem of what used to be.
I am a moth pinned to cork and sealed away.
In this Poem a imprisoned moth dreams of freedom in the moon’s glow, a story of liberation and connection. 🌙✨
The World Can Wait
Love blossoming in the heat of summer. This romantic tale captures the warmth and intimacy of a unique connection, one sunrise at time.
The Forever Pets of Truth – A Short Story by Conor.C
Everyone in town is talking about the sale at the pet store. The owner, ‘Truth’ as she likes to be know, positions her self as bit of a Seer. She tells you which of her many eccentric animals would be best for you, with the aim of creating life long bonds, naturally. Truth is many things but hard to miss wouldn’t be one. She is six foot nine, her piercing blue eyes seem to look straight into your soul, and her long white hair gives her an otherworldly appearance, most think she is about twenty five but she’s been running…
Disco Jones and the Feline Race – A Short Story by Conor.C
In a drunken stupor, Disco and Lenny sprinted down the high street. Disco’s blue jeans started falling, and Lenny fell flat on his face as he tried to point and laugh. Disco, also known as Danny, didn’t stop. His thick glasses acted as a bug screen as he continued his race. He ran down the high street, across the bridge, took a left at the roundabout, and continued sprinting. He was laughing between breaths at the sight of Lenny collapsing like a bag of sugar falling out of the cupboard. Still, more importantly, he was going to win the bet.…
Saved by a Star- A short story by Conor.C
I took a week of work, I collected my things and filed them properly. When I am found they will find the paperwork in order and they will thank me for my due diligence. That day they will go home to their families and their children faces will light up; their partners will say, “Your home early. Did you have a nice day?” They may think back to the man hang from the tree but it won’t linger. “It was short and that’s all I can be thankful for,” they’ll respond with a shy smile. That’s what I thought. That’s…
A Rescue on the Road – A Short Story by Conor.C
A cat sat in the middle of a busy road; his fur was brown with grey stripes. Its large doughy eyes stared at the enormous vehicle that had stopped in front of it. The right-hand side door swung open, and a larger man with a grease-stained white t-shirt climbed its ladder. When he reached the bottom, he walked confidently up to the cat. The cat didn’t move, and the man picked it up. The man brought the cat close to his face and said, “What are you doing in the road aye, you could have got squished.” He held the…
Grandad’s Visit
TW//alcoholism/Addiction “The flood came for all but the man with a boat; God told that man and his family that it’s the end of the world, he said save what you can, save who you care about. Violence is rarely committed by brave men. Brave men always find another way to settle their debts; they settle their debts with less extreme means, as extreme means are always cowardly; unfortunately for us, God is a coward who hides behind our faith… Who sends their son to settle their debts? Little men, big men, strong men, weak men, scared men, and enlightened…
I am restless- A Poem by Conor C.
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STUCK!
A Ginger cat with lighter stripes is perfectly difficult to spot in the autumn foliage. Butters has taken a liking to the large piles of leaves I’ve made clearing the back lawn, but this does take the cake. 60ft up in the oak my great granddad planted when he was a boy near the end of a thinning branch sits Butters wailing into the swaying wind. Butter is freaking out. Thankfully, Dave from next door heard him when he went out for a smoke. Sucks to be missing the game for her but I’m not gonna leave her up there. The ladder may be a…
The Night Train
On the night train, riding through the valleys of the tallest mountains, all were quiet as many ticket-paying, pyjama-wearing customers were sleeping. The night staff kept everyone tucked in and free from nightmares. The rowdy kids are asleep, like their parents; the rival rugby teams, who had spent the day screaming in each other’s faces while drinking the train dry, now sleep in their cots with a personal attending wiping the drool off their chins. All find peace as the night staff like. But, unlike the rest, a pencil-wielding fifteen-year-old sits at her desk scribbling over her first edition copy…
The Naïve David
Lamenting on days past, the ogre leant on his club, eating the back half of a goat. The pouring rain bounced off his square shoulders and soaked his loincloth. At the base of the hill, a young man stood with nothing but a sling. He’s constantly pushing the fringe out of his eyes while swinging a pebble to his side. The young man yells, “Goliath! I have come to fell you to keep my village safe!” Slurping the intestines up like spaghetti, the ogre looks down at the young man and points to his own face in confusion; the blood…
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