Down a tree
The phone rings
Slam! I’m trapped
Set me free!
A horror poem – Will anyone help this poor soul?
Would you take another bite?
Again slithering, it arrives
Serpent with temptation,
Offer hard, impossible to resist
Us, consume fruit; fruit consume us
Resist, it’s futile; choke on the offer
Temptation: the belly-bulging serpent
arrives but will he win again?
Recipe included! 🙂
If this poem makes you want bread, here’s the recipe that inspired it. 😉
This poem was submitted as an entry for the Let’s Create – May 2018 contest by Wattpad. If you like this poem, please give it a vote and show some love to the other participating poets. This contest organized by the PoetsPub and has ended on 31st May 2018.
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And A Brief Introduction to Krampus
Hi everyone, another one of my stories have been ranked on Wattpad. Claire Jones is #14 in the Krampus genre and I couldn’t have done it without you. So thank you, thank you all. 🙂
I think that Wattpad had just recently allowed ranking even in the smaller genres/categories and I’m glad that they did. Personally, I am not too hung up on ranks but I have to admit that it does make the Wattpad game more fun and possibly more encouraging for new writers.
Truth is, I haven’t updated Claire Jones in a long while and my first episode for Claire Jones involved Krampus. If you’re not familiar with Krampus, he’s this guy:
A popular half-goat, half-demon among the folks of Eastern Europe. He comes around the Christmas season to punish misbehaving children and is sometimes depicted as a companion of Saint Nicholas.
In the Claire Jones episode Christmas Troubles, he is rumoured to punish those who ended up on Santa’s Naughty List on the night of Christmas. When Claire realizes that there were no presents from Liefheid (Santa’s brother) under the tree for her, she assumes that she’s ended up on the Naughty list and has to literally face her demon.
If you’d like to check out the rest of the episode, here’s a link to it: https://www.wattpad.com/242409079-claire-jones-christmas-troubles-chapter-1
Meanwhile hold on, sit tight, and enjoy. There’s a happy ending to this madness. I promise. 😉 Thank you all once again and have a nice day! 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
Thank you, God. Yesterday, I had a big surprise. The Cricket’s Love Song is #10 in the Animal Kingdom genre on Wattpad . This is the first time any of my stories have been given a rank and I have all of you to thank for that. This wouldn’t be possible without your love and support and I am truly honoured.
If you haven’t checked this out yet, I hope that you do. It’s a short story about a cricket and his quest for true love. Clicking on the picture will take you to the story. Thank you all once again and God bless. 🙂
A sunken tragedy of 7 words
This poem was submitted as an entry for the Let’s Create – May 2018 contest by Wattpad. If you like this poem, please give it a vote and show some love to the other participating poets.
Although it is a little late, you can still participate. This contest organized by the PoetsPub is open to anyone and everyone with a Wattpad account. Contest ends 31st May 2018.
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Size seven – a perfectly fitting poem
A freshly baked 7-word poem
This poem was submitted as an entry for the Let’s Create – May 2018 Contest on Wattpad. If you like it, please give it a vote on the contest page and don’t forget to support the other poems and poets that you like.
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An Interesting Introvert
Very recently, I came upon a creature with an interesting story to tell and inspiration struck. This creature was none other than the hermit crab.
While many other creatures on the beaches and swamps seem boasted about not needing a shell, this interesting creature enjoyed carrying his little corner of solitude around with him. He’s a real introvert, a little shy about coming out, but he’s happy. (Who knows, maybe he’s writing a book in there. Haha. Shh….)
If he can be happy the way he is, what does that say about the other introverts out there then? Who’s to say they have to leave their shells?
A short poem about poetry