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Ode to the Paperclip
Humble yet noble paperclip, humanity owes you its thanks. Simple modest metal genius. Approachable and unassuming, unlike its aggressive rebel cousin, the staple.
Kimberly SatrialePublished 9 months ago in PoetsKissing Scars
If it wasn’t for the punishments for my actions, I wouldn’t be so self aware— With skin as thick as cigars. Guilt is a useless emotion;
Real PoeticPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFirst of Her Kind
Identity is such a strange thing. Where in does it lay? How do we decide what is or isn't part of it? Is it a collection of personality traits, likes and dislikes, experiences…? Is it something physiological, existing in the tangible folds of gray matter inside our heads and detectable by machines that measure electrical impulses? Or, is it part of our supposed spirit inhabiting not just our bodies, but some greater, cosmic realm? What happens to it when we die? And, if our bodies can be brought back, could we ever hope to also regain ourselves?
C. Lea RoufleyPublished 9 months ago in Fiction- Top Story - August 2023
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)
Streaming services these days are ubiquitous. Netflix, Hulu, Apple TV, Disney Plus, Prime Video—the list just goes on and on. It's hard to imagine a world without it, but not that long ago, none of these services existed. You don't even have to go back as far as VHS (or before) days to reach a point where streaming video just wasn't a thing.
J.A. HernandezPublished 9 months ago in Horror Whiffs of Wonder
Oh, noble guardian of the fragrance fair, Your presence grants us confidence to bear, In sweltering heat or in stress's cruel clutch,
Jody RandallPublished 9 months ago in PoetsShadows of Sacrifice (Prologue)
If this capital guard caught him, a torturous death would be the punishment for his crime. A death more brutal than any other guard would even contemplate. He ran. He couldn’t do anything else. There would be no mercy. His beliefs would be his end. Beliefs he thought he’d defend to his death, he would now surrender for life. He kept running, looking over his shoulder through the trees with every other stride. The Scorpion was there, somewhere, he knew it. The quiet woodland was merely a false pretence. He needed to escape. Escape the Scorpion, escape the Diamond Isle. His crime made him a sea sinner, and it could cost him his life.
Scott Wasilewski (SW Author)Published 9 months ago in FictionRain Rain
Rain Rain, come again my friend. Because you are ever flowing life has no end. You go and you come, you come and you go. Your nectar is the reason we see earth soil grow.
Joe PattersonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsTo Rule The Darkness
*Author's Note: This was my attempt; I would love any feedback.* Epilogue I received the call early morning, a cold, unrelenting morning. I hurried to the train and my shop as soon as I could.