It spreads like wildfire
When fear becomes dangerous
Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from M Dannenfelser and writers in Poets and other communities.
He told me to smile
I fired back, and what he did
Scorched marks on my soul
By M Dannenfelser11 months ago in Poets
I thought we were a story with a fairytale ending; a happily-ever-after. But you were a ‘close the book and burn it if you don’t like the chapter’ kind of person.
By Poppy3 days ago in Poets
***Going through some old poetry of mine and thought this was worth the share.***
With goosebump eggs laying in the grass,
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 days ago in Poets
This always happens. I shell out $50 or whatever on an annual membership to get access to all the cool member’s-only doohickeys and the better rate of pay, only to completely forget about Vocal when things pick up in my personal life. Stuff has been happening, y’all, stuff that I can write about! Guys, I went to Europe! I saw dozens of plays! I’ve kept up to date on One Piece! There are dozens of things I can write about—literal dozens—but do I write about them? Hell, no. That’s not the way old Steve functions, no, sir.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 days ago in Journal