The Pale Writer Post
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
But the experience of the living is a transient illusion built upon a decaying world suspended in a sea of nothing by the thinnest of existential threads. 33 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
Jack and Jill,
Went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water.
There they met a tall, pale-faced man. The Man wore and an expensive suit and stood with an air of nobility. 203 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
The itty bitsy spider went up the water spout.
Down came the rain to wash the spider out.
And like the spider we grasp upwards in the dark, reaching blindly for some light at the end of the tunnel that might validate our short existence, 79 more words
1 month ago
Ring around the roses, a pocket full of posies.
All the world is ashes and dust, the remains of long dead stars whose light last shone in a distant eon forgotten by time. 75 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.
And what strange vistas must your light touch.
Far flung specks of rock and dust shining bright beyond our sight, obscured by the limitations of our mortal senses. 44 more words
Shaun vs. the B-Movies
Uncle Mike is trying to put his nephew Brian to bed but the kid won’t go down unless he’s told three increasingly disturbing stories before he goes to sleep. 939 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago
Richard's Weekly Journal
Every 90s kid knows about the awesome Nickelodeon horror series, Are You Afraid of the Dark? But did you know that it wasn’t the only horror anthology series Nick made? 530 more words
11 months, 2 weeks ago