Luke Simpson
Bio
I love writing poems, short stories, fiction, non fiction and just the art of writing in and of itself. Books and stories are the key to learning and using your imagination to travel to far and distant lands.
Stories (17/0)
Hell of a Life
Hell Of A Life By Rob Teller It all starts when I was born. Before I even came out of the womb, I almost died, choking on my umbilical cord. Was this a sign to come, maybe God saying I think we can take him back, the world doesn’t need him. His future is interesting to say the least. All at once they cut the cord, and the doctor spanked my ass and handed me off to my mother. Life had just begun for me. If I knew I was going to be divorced, a nudist, ex Mormon, broke, depressed, and suicidal all before I turned thirty, I would have tried to crawl back up in that sweet womb, my home for the last nine months. Alas it was not to be.
By Luke Simpson 3 years ago in Humans
Random Thought Waves
Random Thoughts By Rob Smithson Foreword By Robbie Smithie I decided to write down every conversation I had with myself for a month. The conversations were weird and disturbing and often hilarious as well. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did having the conversations with myself. I think the reason I talk to myself so much is that I am a good listener. Well if you find yourself lost in the conversation then join the club.
By Luke Simpson 3 years ago in Confessions
Hole Shaped Heart
It was the year 3094, and the Earth was a mess, full of despair and murder. In a small town west of Missouri, lays a crime scene too beautiful to describe. A young lady lying bloody on the floor surrounded by three bodies, her hand clutching a heart shaped locket, drizzled with a hint of blood. To fully understand the crime scene, one must go back in time precisely three hours, when Kelly was sitting in a country bar nursing a cold beer and watching a baseball game.
By Luke Simpson 3 years ago in Fiction
St Nick The Dick
Foreword By Robbie Smithson I think its obvious Santa is an asshole. There’s a song called Grandma got run over by a reindeer. Hmmm, who drives reindeer again? OH, I think its Santa Claus, aka St. Nick. Mr. Vehicular manslaughter himself. So why was Santa not paying attention enough to notice grandma, before she got ran over. I’m gonna have to guess he was drinking and driving a sleigh. That is strike one, St Nick… you asshole.
By Luke Simpson 3 years ago in Filthy