This bubbling purple,
In the slime muck,
Sliding out of the swamp,
With bugs cascading around the creature’s flesh, Continue reading
Author Archives: coolerbs
Poem: The World of Books
I remember that feeling of the shelves,
The walking through them like a forest of dust,
That smell and that particle,
The quiet of it all. Continue reading
Microfiction: The Lake In Another Place
Above me, the tree is letting loose its streamers, its confetti. It’s drifting down the crinkled orange leaves and depositing them upon the water. I take a long sigh, not in frustration, but a release of everything that is not this peaceful moment.
My phone rings gently against my hip, and I check who’s calling. Continue reading
Microfiction: The Puddle
In the water, something swam along. It was entirely and fully unaware of its position—but it lived it all the same.
In the air, a person with not much to do and little interest in matters of her own life walked along, looking at her feet. Continue reading
Poem: Demons of Hell
Stretching to either side of the head,
Red and with a skin not affected by fire,
Standing with his claws outstretched, Continue reading
Poem: Tales of Fantasy
See the stalwart kings fighting against the darkness dreary,
See the knights riding horses with lances held brightly,
They will defeat the dragons that slide down heavily. Continue reading
The Little Critters
As I’ve mentioned a very long time ago on this blog, I walk every day. But lately, I’ve been mostly walking at night. I like the dark, and I enjoy the quiet and the calm.
I also enjoy all the animals that come out at night.
My neighborhood is full of them. So far, I’ve come across rabbits, bats, possums, and the occasional stray cat. I’ve also, and perhaps I’ll do another post later about this story, come across a pair of huge owls. Continue reading
Ads and More Ads
They were not kidding when they said it would become hard to find time to write when you started to see some success. My Actually Author series is going pretty well (I’m at 974 orders!) and I spent a lot of time on ads.
A lot. Continue reading
Microfiction: Teeth
He smiled, and it was like he had sprouted daggers from his face. They slid out from his gums and overlapped with glistening white edges. His throat elongated, and down the layers was yet more pointing, growing, needle-tip blades. Continue reading
Poem: Evil Book
Poem: Pacing Back and Forth
When the feet move,
At the slowest version of the brain speed,
It’s physics,
In motion across space, Continue reading
Poem: Keyboard Click
While I am fond of the noise it makes,
I do have to say that it is quite loud,
To be typing away at this keyboard,
This late at night, Continue reading
A Little Organizational Advice
Despite being very into technology, I cannot escape the usefulness of analog tools for note-taking. I use software for organization, and some of it is freaking amazing—but I find it best used with two other tools: sticky notes and notebooks. Continue reading
Poem: The Endless Clock
Microfiction: Goopy
His eyes were slimy things, goop dripping down upon his chin from those misty globules. He stumbled around, unable to see past the sheen of pure mucus. Continue reading
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