• Profile picture of Knight

    Knight wrote a new post

    The Fear in the Brickwork

    He lay wrapped in blankets, still warm from sleep. He was sore from last night’s drink. He drank an ocean and he was still at sea. When he stood he felt the waves beneath him. He lay drifting towards...

    Read More
    2 Comments
    • Thanks for reading.
      There may be more to come. Memories are funny things. There is much more I could write. When the mood is right. This is a series I am thinking of making. I have a novella I need to finish first. I am thankful for you kind words.
      Regards
      James

    • Hi,
      I”ll give you the run down. Currently I have
      a series of scifi novellas, one short novel, all from the same series. I’ll send you the links if you like no worries if not.
      Regards
      James

  • Profile picture of Damian DeadLove
    Couldn't Read My Eyes

    Memories painted by a disgruntled brush Dysfunctional thoughts falling short of wise Won a game of poker with a busted flush I bluffed a demon who couldn’t read my eyes     Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025

    Read More
    9 Comments
  • Black Hole (N.E)

    IWhy share a bed,if not to meltlike sugar in warm teatwo bodies sweetening the same silence?IIDoes the moon riseonly to watch the earth sleep.No! It comes to touch,to stir tides in the dark.IIILet us not be strangerswearing the same...

    Read More
  • Profile picture of Crimsin

    Crimsin and Profile picture of LoraLora are now friends

    Profile Photo
    Crimsin
    @crimsin
  • Profile picture of Average Joe

    Average Joe wrote a new post

    The Feeling of Lost

    I watched another sun come upAnd another sun has setAs shadows lengthen into the nightBut nights no darker than the dayAnd my lifeBoth good and badLies wasted in the stainThe feeling of lostWhich cradles me now in emptinessAnd for...

    Read More
    3 Comments
    • Joe, that is just breathtaking. What an incredible catharsis. I’ve read many things about the disintegration of love, the falling away – but never anything so utterly raw and weeping as this. Such detail and emotion. The final freedom you describe is so anticlimactic, so real in its hollowness. The wound is so visible, the pain so palpable.

      Second person narrative is hugely effective here. It magnifies the emotion of your piece considerably.

      • The beauty of love is all that we imagine. The death of love is never what we thought.
        Thank you for reading (my writes often ramble), and sharing your thoughts and compliments with me.

        Here’s to the sweetness of the dream. 🍻 Cheers!

    • Glad to share my summer and my Joe speak with you. Its funny that one day pain doesn’t hurt anymore, except sometimes. But if it didn’t hurt, was love really real?

      To summer! 🍻 cheers!

  • Load More Posts

My Friends

Profile Photo
Bat Powers
@batpowers
Profile Photo
Rosie C
@rosie415
Profile Photo
Atticus Abbey
@bonjour
Profile Photo
Al Ashcott
@al-ashcott
Profile Photo
D. Ignatov
@ignatov

My Recent Posts

Internet Connection Lost

In The Early Mo(u)rn

New Report

Close