http://slow.writerscafe.org/Poppletron The original writings of author Poppletron en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775277355 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tomorrow today, nostalgia's pain always burns the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/2046397/ My first attempt at writing a Villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/2046395/ Dedicated to my Sister who just lost a dear friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/2028579/ What's the difference between us and being a monster?Are we the thoughts deep inside that we let fester,or the nice words we say in civilized company.Perhaps it's just me and not the many,who have a monster deep inside that fights for control... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/2022493/ I walk alone always asking why,and sometimes I just want to cry.I want to scream out in the night,because of the fears, the fears that I fight.My face filled with heavy tears,I turn towards an empty sky,always asking why. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/2021929/ Day 12 Prompt: The spindly figure pushes you into the washing machine, and closes the door with a blood-chilling cackle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1972453/ Day 11 Prompt: You wake up to see a ghostly face staring down at you. They lean in closer and say… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1972105/ Day 10 Prompt: Someone you don’t quite like is banging on your door and crying for help, screaming that something is chasing them. There’s an ominous sound of thudding metal in the distance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1971836/ Day 9 Prompt: “I promise I had a good reason to kidnap you…” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1971446/ Day 8 Prompt: She stood on the rickety platform, closed her eyes, then jumped into the pool of the metallic liquid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1971070/ Day 7 Prompt: The door looked like it had been boarded off hastily. Inside was a small room filled with different types of masquerade masks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1970845/ Day 6 Prompt: Looking back, it wasn’t the best idea to wander the college campus at 3:00 AM. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1970467/ Day 5 Prompt: The light next door flashes on and off in a strange pattern. You take a closer look: Three short flashes, three long, then three short again. “SOS” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1970092/ Day 4 Prompt: The plane shook violently. The pilot claims it’s only turbulence, but you're convinced it has something to do with the silhouette on the plane’s wing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1970049/ Day 3 Prompt: I never thought a half-eaten bag of chips, my pet iguana, and a ping-pong paddle would summon a dark spirit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1969732/ Day 2 Prompt: It stared at me, a clawed finger pressed against its sewn-up lips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1969450/ Day 1 Prompt: The syringe was gripped tightly in their hand. “Go on. Do it.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1968995/ Free Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1934339/ Free Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1934337/ Nuclear Apocalypse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1750564/ A man is stripped of his humanity to fill the roll that no man can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1724022/ A man faces his inner demons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1715277/ She was so beautiful the way she stood there on that ledge. The wind fluttering her perfect hair while the sun began to set. Time froze yet sped up as she fell to the ground below. That God given woman fell to oblivion in the Sun’s dying light. Her life with so many possibilities cut short bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1707207/ An interview with a man who claims he saw bigfoot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1701586/ This is all you need to cheer you right up, these days there ain't much that can, and you look like you need it. We call it Mirth down on the street, me I call it a garnish of joy because of what it does. There ain't much more to say except that its been a blessing that this stuff exists, it happens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1699053/ "History is bound to repeat itself," we have all heard this one right, but not the whole thing. Books are held with bindings, they are bound together. (history books) Now that we can know this we can conclude that the phrase in its entirety go like this "History is bound to repeat itself, so its eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1699010/ The voice in my head is growing louder every night as I sleep. My dreams becoming more and more demented and full of screaming as it fights for control, all I can do is standby and watch. I dare not slumber for if I do he may get his body back.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1664950/ Running, running away. Running from a fate unknown. The fear growing further as  I go. With each stride my heart pounds louder and louder every foot fall being drowned out by the beat. With everything around me a blur I dare not look back. It seems like hours even days, but I must continue onwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1664949/ If I've learned anything it's that nothing is as it seems. I know what this must look like and it's not what you think. Based on the body here at my feet and my hands that have been stained oh so red, you probably have come to the conclusion that I killed her. Well, for your informati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1660903/ It was just one night away from home, just a party what could happen, well that's what I thought. Let me tell you something until it happens to you it is always, what could go wrong bad thing only happens to those other people, when in reality you're closer to "the other people" then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1660630/ “Don’t leave me here”… "They're out here and closing in fast, just don't leave me here alone."He sat forlorn and forgotten, waiting for a response."Please, come back," he cried futilely.He tried to stand to no avail, his leg broken and rendered unusable. The sound in the dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Poppletron/1660407/