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Home Posts tagged "Morbid"

Tag: Morbid

Our Family of Pain

Jesse Knott October 31, 2021 January 4, 2022Plays, Prose, and Poems Dark, Life, Morbid, Poetic, Prose, Sorrowful 0

Life keeps slipping awaywe are the lost and the abused,fired, forgotten, beaten, and broken. Forget all the dreams of days gone,you’re left in the rut of reality,never to see the day,never to sleep the night, One last fix, it’s all you need,the slide of the blade,the blast of the sulfur,bring…

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Planet of the little ones…

Jesse Knott September 21, 2017 September 21, 2017Short Stories Morbid, Prose, Sci-Fi 0

What happens when you are supposed to be working on one project, but cannot think, focus, or concentrate? You write some other meaningless piece. This is the product of perhaps too much caffeine, not enough sleep, and an attempt to not be so wasteful of the 30 minutes it took to write……

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The Nightmare (rev 2)

Jesse Knott August 5, 2017 August 7, 2019Short Stories Dark, Death, Dreams, Morbid, Prose 0

No one can remember exactly when it all began, but the consensus seems to be about 2 weeks ago. We all know what happened, or at least we all have a theory of what happened. Two weeks ago, a Tuesday evening, just like any other Tuesday that had ever been.…

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Best day ever

Jesse Knott August 4, 2017 August 28, 2017Plays, Prose, and Poems Morbid, play 0

Scene opens; a man, Steve, and a woman, Sarah, sitting on a blanket in a clearing within the woods. The sun is out and it’s a beautiful spring day. The smell of the wild flowers already hanging in the air. Sarah: “Thank you my dear, this has been a wonderful…

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The Itch…

Jesse Knott August 4, 2017 August 27, 2017Plays, Prose, and Poems Dark, Ironic, Morbid, Prose 0

It’s a normal summer day, the sun is out, and the weather is entirely too hot for Bob, sitting in front of the computer, he contemplates what to do. “Should I write a story? Perhaps a poem?”. Sitting in a state of frustration he scratches thoughtfully at the side of…

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