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SiouxF Nov 2022
Fire fire burning bright,
Your power and dominion respected,
As you imbibe our offerings of poetry, rhyme,
And ancient storytelling of free men.
Conspiratorial keeper of our secrets,
Mastered by none,
Your red embers and golden flames
Nurture and cajole us
To share our
Anna Mink Feb 2021
Beyond an unassuming neighborhood is a cornfield.
Underground was a playhouse.
Its owner, with hormonal eyes, took advantage of another innocent girl.
After ten flinches, fingernails became mementos.
The owner offered this girl a severance package with no promise of survival.
She rejected.
This owner failed reconsidering to not cut what fragile umbilical connection she had to life with a switchblade.
She died in the end, in what’s now a hole in fertile ground.

~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 21st of February 2021.
Written 21st of January 2021.
Anna Mink Feb 2021
The rumbling.
Creatures colossi move and blitz what once was Paradise with movements untetherable; their presences able to be conquered but at great expense.
Motherless children living dour, sacrificial lives look on with embers in their lungs.
Floodlit shoulders tauten.
“Is this the end?” They think.
“No. This is the beginning.”

~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 21st of February 2021.
Written 21st of January 2021.
Word farer Feb 2021
There is no big storyteller than one's life !:)
Zindagi se bada kahanikaar koi nhi hota !
a dark room in the cellar
he laughed like a good old storyteller;
vengeance is what he needs
throwing away all his good deeds
i hope you like it!
Matt Sep 2020
How could we have survived,
Without that old table?
Memories made of creaking wood,
Every scratch a storyteller.
Super glue for flesh and blood,
Which rested in my mother’s kitchen.
Riddhi Thakkar Jul 2020
A girl who is kind of vocal about her feelings, she tells exactly how she feels about anything or anyone.
She has many good friends and for some of them, she has sort of soft feelings and she shared with them.
Eventually, she has feelings for them but not at the same time, all in different stages of her life.
When she was in college, she madly in love with her crush but her crush never liked her, the way she liked her. Her crush crashed her heart, having affair with her best friend.
Her crush and her best friend broke up and she stood by him as his friend. Later on she moved on her life.
One fine day, she got a request on Facebook from a stranger and what came over to her, she somehow accepted that request. They talked and it’s her first time experience to talk to a complete stranger and meet him. He was so sweet and caring so she started feeling for him. But she is naive and afraid to say to him. He went to Africa and after few months she came to know that he’s getting married. But still they’re talking normally.
In between their talking, a girl came to contact with his best friend and they got close and finally she gained some courage and told him that she likes him. But the boy was not ready for any kind of relationship due to his past experience, so a girl took a bold step and said that I should start moving on. It’s not like they are dating but she felt it’s not good to start something without ending one thing properly.
And that’s how she ended up everything.
But life always gives you back what you have asked once, when you least expected anything. Her crush starts to get attracted to her but by physically. She didn’t like it but she doesn’t wanna hurt his feelings, she said nothing to him. She talk normally. She hang out with him and they went for long drive as a friend. But she gets attached to him for that time and later on she is fine.
Her so called African friend called her out of the blue, they have talked all kinda topics which included adults. She met before his wedding and he kissed her. She let him to do, same time she didn’t feel anything for him even they have shared the kissed. She felt ping of the guilt for her actions because she somehow felt that she cheated on her not so called boyfriend.
She left everything and everyone.
But one day his African friend, again called her and meet her and then he said, she kind of **** who got laid on anyone. She hurts badly.
What’s her fault?
Being kind to those who are nothing but nuts?
Or being so naive to tell his African friend everything what’s happened?
The hidden love
Ankita Gupta Apr 2019
Often, the sombre emerges
Rarely, the world shines

Often, the story is told
Rarely, it comes to life
annh Mar 2019
Do you think, when the last borrower has left the building and the lights have been turned out, that the books in the library gather around the photocopier, and tell each other stories?
‘A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.’
- Cornelia Funke
Eileen Black Dec 2018
Storyteller’s Duty (Cinquain)

What is the value of silver and gold?
Is it enough to buy beauty?
What happens when beauty grows old?
Does her story remain untold?
Isn't telling the storyteller’s duty?
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