Catsidhe

Joined February 2021

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Bio

I'm located in the Midwest and trying to enjoy some writing challenges in my spare time. Stories may be infrequent, but I hope you enjoy them!

Stories (23/0)

Autobiography
And in the memory of the middle, The scent of drowning in the dark, Lost even to myself, With help just over the horizon,
By Catsidhe16 days ago in Poets
Now?
If I smiled, Would it be a betrayal? If I laughed, Could you forgive me? The grass has grown thick and green, And the worms have done their work.
By Catsidhe25 days ago in Poets
Embarrassment
Few things so humbling As putting foot in your mouth In front of the boss
By Catsidheabout a month ago in Poets
The Witches of Golden Years
"Lady of the Moon and Horned God, we seek your blessings tonight. We offer you flowers and grain grown by our own hands. May our offerings be pleasing to you, and may Gloria's grandson gain admittance to Stanford."
By Catsidheabout a month ago in Horror
The House
In the house were fifteen stairs, Walkways for the dead, In each hall were twenty chairs, A ghost in every bed. ~
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Poets
Something to Believe In
The road not taken Leads to the abyss. The crows guide my path To the feet of the holy mount. In the shadow, I fall in worship.
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Poets
The Absence of Light
My shadow spreads out before me, A gift of the moon, Solidified nothingness at my feet. Walking down streets worn as old tennis shoes,
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Poets
The Road
Funny how the places blur in your mind just like the white lines on the highway. Just like the faces of so many people. The road doesn't care whether you take it or not. It's just there. What we do with it is our choice.
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Fiction
Moth
The candle has basilisk eyes. I am frozen, Mesmerized. My rusalka lives in flame; She will drown me In the flood of her red hair.
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Poets
Autumn Stroll
Autumn colors dye The leaves as they fall to ground A crimson carpet
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Poets
I Fall to Pieces
I remember the first time it happened. Sarah and I were arguing, again. I don't even remember what we were arguing about, something trivial. I just remember feeling so misunderstood and belittled. All Sarah seemed to want was to beat me down mentally.
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Fiction
After
I got a papercut from your letter. And sat, watching the flow, As shadows like poison filled my veins, Drawn in by the words you had written.
By Catsidhe2 months ago in Poets

Catsidhe

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Autobiography

Now?

Embarrassment

The Witches of Golden Years

The House

Something to Believe In

The Absence of Light

The Road

Moth

Autumn Stroll

I Fall to Pieces

After

Stories (23/0)