Dan Gee

Joined June 2022

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Writing from Brecon, Wales. Father of two, lover of music and spicy food. Artist Relations/Marketing by day.

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More means more More marketing, more media, more messages More management meetings More mental mathematics More money More
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Poets
Chicken Infinity
…it’s a car. And it’s in my way! It’s parked right on the pavement, and there are other cars going zoom-zoom on the road so I can’t exactly step into that either. There's no way I can fly that far.
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Fiction
Blood Dust
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And under that sky, Cassandra ran, the light show above forging a path below.
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Fiction
Drinking the Blue
Blue in the amber Swirling in burning liquid It slides from the glass
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Poets
Penned as a big fan
Fan y Big's big but Pen y Fan's bigger. And I'm a big fan of both
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Poets
Rage into it
We argue. I leave. And I rage climb the mountain And now I miss her
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Poets
A mountain I call home
A misty summit That comes and goes in the clouds This is home. Brecon
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Poets
Blister
Blister fluid runs One mountain, one day, ten climbs A challenge complete
By Dan Geeabout a year ago in Poets
Portal Tours
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But this isn’t a vacuum. It’s Laika, the largest city on Ocean Planet, and things have gone badly south.
By Dan Gee2 years ago in Fiction
Networking on the Rails
James wakes up on a train and doesn't know how he got there. His phone is on the table, with a sticky note attached to it. The words 'ha gd luck' is scribbled on it in childish writing.
By Dan Gee2 years ago in Fiction
Next Stop Unknown
There are parts of the Atacama Desert which are less dry than my mouth. I’ve woken up lying across four seats on a train where getting just one is normally a miracle in itself, and it feels like I’ve been eating sandpaper.
By Dan Gee2 years ago in Fiction
What now?
What now? The comments have stopped The cards are in a draw The funeral is done His estate is settled So what now?
By Dan Gee2 years ago in Poets

Dan Gee

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Chicken Infinity

Blood Dust

Drinking the Blue

Penned as a big fan

Rage into it

A mountain I call home

Blister

Portal Tours

Networking on the Rails

Next Stop Unknown

What now?

Stories (15/0)