A. González

Joined July 2022

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Bio

I am a 24 y/o person from a small town in Oklahoma.

Stories (16/0)

Dad’s Home
“Please!” he begged, feverishly jiggling the door handle, “I’m hurt bad, please help me!” He looked through the peephole to find his father on the porch, his clothes soaked from the rain. He looked terrified, clutching his wounded side as he struggled to breathe.
By A. González12 months ago in Fiction
Zest (Of Life)
Zombified zoons, zillion zealous zealots, Zipping za-za, zen-zodiac, zenith. Zeptoseconds zapped, zephyr zones zeroed, Zoic zigzaggers, zettabytes, zucchettos.
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
A Ludacris Limerick
tHis limErick is quite out of pLace, it’s really just taking up sPace. wasting yoUr time, no reaSon or rhyme, it might As weLL be erased.
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
See You Next Tuesday!
[Foreword] My Junior year English teacher used to give us ‘bellwork’, which was essentially journaling for a grade. She only required it to be five lines long and she provided a prompt, so it was simple. If you missed a day, you could just write five sentences in its place. Being the difficult kid I was, I took advantage of this opportunity and wrote limericks for my bellwork. Yes, a new limerick every day. This teacher, unfortunately, severely disliked me and often threw my papers away, so it’s likely my poems are rotting in a landfill somewhere, among the garbage it kind of somewhat belongs. Well, Lauren, try to throw this one away!
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Dott
There once was a woman named Dott. She liked to bake a lot. When her husband was mean, She cut out his spleen, And she served it to him hot.
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Bob & Rob
There was a boy named Bob. He had a twin brother named Rob. They liked to switch clothes, So nobody knows, And neither twin will dob!
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
when anxiety gets the best of you
the days are numbered from first breath to last exhale, and still you worry?
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Ele(Mental)
[Earth] She rises from dirt, Her only goal is to thrive. Green without envy. [Water] She bleeds into pools, Streams, rivers, oceans ahead.
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Uncanny
I woke up to find my windows gone, my front and back doors, too. I was trapped inside this house, what was I going to do?
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Thalassophobia
Identified her; Lips blue and skin beyond pale, How could she have drowned?
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Mountains
Up on that mountain, I scream until my lungs burst; Can you hear me now?
By A. Gonzálezabout a year ago in Poets
Fallen
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” the young boy chattered, “I ‘spose it sucks the sound out, huh? What do you think, Cas?”
By A. González2 years ago in Horror