Arthur Armstrong

Joined May 2021

0 stories

Bio

A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.

Stories (33/0)

Whistling Winds of Winter
The whistling winds of winter wail As frosted flakes fall fast and frail. Coating the Earth with thick, cold glitter That amasses itself on the descendants of Hitler.
By Arthur Armstrong5 months ago in Poets
Krampus is Coming To Town
Oh you better watch out You better not dare To try to bug out He’ll find you out there. Krampus is coming to town.
By Arthur Armstrong6 months ago in Poets
Artemis 9: Part 4
Sirens blared as I jolted awake and quickly tried to decipher my surroundings. Not sirens. Just the alarm clock. I expected to awaken at the hospital I’d checked into the night before last, but no.
By Arthur Armstrong6 months ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 3
The helicopter roared as its massive, spinning blades seemed to rip through the sky. “So I have some questions,” I say as I gripped the harness around me tightly, “In the car you guys kinda threw a lot at me. I am having a bit of trouble processing everything.”
By Arthur Armstrong7 months ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 2
I sat there waiting in the cold exam room. What’s taking so long? *click* The door opens as the young doctor walks in, clearly exhausted.
By Arthur Armstrong8 months ago in Fiction
Artemis 9
In 1989 a very prominent government in the western world created Project Artemis, a top secret extraterrestrial failsafe program to counter the influence of enemy alien species on Earth.
By Arthur Armstrong8 months ago in Fiction
White Rabbit
I can’t begin to tell you How much it hurts to say this I can’t allow it anymore The nagging, constant madness I know that all of what I say is true
By Arthur Armstrong9 months ago in Poets
Books
As the world outside Grows a darkening grey I look to your pages To spirit me away. The smell of pressed paper And the crack of the spine
By Arthur Armstrong9 months ago in Poets
Wonderland
“How do you get to Wonderland?” The answer is quite simple. Follow the rabbit, down the hole, Until you reach the Temple.
By Arthur Armstrong10 months ago in Poets
Hello
I’ve posted several poems and a story or so but I haven’t said much about myself yet so I suppose an introduction is in order.
By Arthur Armstrong10 months ago in Psyche
Dawn
As the melting pot is brought to a boil, Blood takes to the American soil. Depression. Anger. And violence persist. As Lady Liberty falls to the modern racist.
By Arthur Armstrong11 months ago in Poets
Book of Secrets
There weren’t always dragons in the valley but the moment my young apprentice got ahold of my Book of Secrets, nothing was the same.
By Arthur Armstrong12 months ago in Fiction