Playful Porpoises
A poem about dolphins.
Tumble in the surf,
no music can be heard, waves
crash on damp ear drums.
About the Creator
Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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Ideas
I am a human being—full of mistakes, full of ideas—some bad, some not worth letting escape. If they do get out they may act like bees; swarming to find the next filling thing without any regard for practicality. So some ideas fall into a jar to die in the back of the cupboard. Maybe one day they'll resurface—pressure too much to handle and I'll have no choice but to let the bees look for their pollen to make honey. It may not be so bad after all—letting the swarm escape to make something new for me or anyone unfamiliar. It's only a problem when it's wasps unknowingly released. That, I do apologize for.
By Andi Leigh7 days ago in Poets
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
That's neat! I like how you play with the sonic world dolphins live in. You might like my story "Macree nad Wharac (3)" since it involves a loveable dolphin. And yes, the 'nad' is a typo in the title which I can't seem to fix-sigh. Thanks again for liking "After the Apocalypse!