Written while in a very dark mindset, not for the faint of heart, potentially triggering content, tread carefully

Busy Chester Bumblebee, Envy of the garden, Flaunts himself for all to see; Begging no one’s pardon. Mornings spent with lovely Rose, Afternoons with Daisy; Ev’nings passed in sweet repose

With Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe, Warner Brothers and Mel Blanc I present: The Rooster On a wint'ry weekend morning, heeding my alarm clock's warning, And as my feet reluctantly approached the chilly bedroom floor- All at once there came a ticking, as if boogers one were flicking, Wooden boogers gently clicking, clicking at my chamber door. "Just the cats" I mumbled, "with their claws upon the hardwood door. Just the cats and nothing more."

"Don't Wander Into The Forest" is a dark fantasy, horror, and paranormal story that I wish to continue as long as I got support! This story revolves around the main Protagonist, Charlotte Stone, a young girl who is cursed to see the haunted spirits of Oakheart. The townspeople are terrified of the forest that resides near their county as many missing people reports are made to those who carelessly wander deep into its shadows. Charlotte is determined to find out the cause of the people going missing, but will she be successful? Who knows...

An exploration of the cosmos within and without, and the memories and concept of doubt. A way to let go and feel free again.

The poem explores deep, quiet despair and the wish to fade away without attention. It reflects feelings of isolation and hopelessness, where comfort feels distant and unseen, and the speaker just wants peace on their own terms.

This is something I wrote about the complexities of death and the afterlife, I struggle to cope with loss, it's quite confusing, this is one of likely many poems that i will write about my pain and confusion surrounding death and loss

Dear Abigail, It is difficult for me to put into words what it meant to have you, my oldest niece, and your grandmother present when your cousin’s two-year old inadvertently knighted me with the vacuum cleaner attachment. I’m striving to remain humble in the face of the daunting responsibility associated with becoming the first “Earl of Hoovers”.

This includes mentions of SH, Blades, and Blood please do not read if you are easily triggered by these things!! You are warned!

A short time ago, an apparently despondent squirrel flung itself onto a transformer behind the building in which I work causing a major power outage lasting over 1½ days. On the first day back to work much discussion ensued over what circumstances could cause a squirrel to resort to such measures. Trouble at home; not enough nuts set aside to pay rent on the tree; suffering from some kind of terminal squirrel disease. Of course, it was all speculation.

It’s like she couldn’t get out of waiting mode. She sat at her desk looking out at the darkness, listening to the distant sound of passing cars. Bands of crickets played their music through her window as she sat silently waiting

Truth, philosophies and lies, Some harmless mental exercise. Just thoughts I’m trying on for size, Gathered here behind these eyes. A notion grows and multiplies; Conflicting choices paralyze.

Where sports are involved, I'm a firm believer in a solid knowledge and command of the basics. Shooting rubber bands, as with any big game, requires a similar background. While you are probably more acquainted with domesticated rubber bands, which are plentiful and easily captured, rubber bands in the wild prove much more elusive.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, and have passed on, to all the families out there, a good dad or a bad dad. A family still isn't it without one, love/like them today, it's still their day, and here is a short story for them. (Sorry, I was late. I was busy on Father's Day and couldn't post anything early, just in case my dad saw it. Also, check out my Instagram faye_ink to see hand-drawn pictures of this story.)

Two toads emerged in my neighborhood, Seeming as different, night to day, Holding my int’rest, long I stood; One looking less toad-like than it should Rife with tendencies, it seemed, to splay. Observing the other, as it were, And no doubt owning fitted structure, Neatly assembled, as toads prefer,

Today, we talk about the Greek god Chaos. While he is not a god themselves, it is still noted that he fully understands that some other gods came into being.

Left follows right…right follows left…night follows day…animals follow their instincts…and younger siblings often follow their older siblings down the same career path; sometimes with remarkable results. Look at Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë; or, Orville and Wilbur Wright; John, Robert and Teddy Kennedy; Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears; Ulysses and Cary Grant.

Forelegs locked in pious pose The Mantids make their plea; Though, who responds to these appeals The Mantids can’t agree. “A Mantis spirit”, some will claim, “Who gave his wings for all.” “A triad set of Insect Ghosts”,

thought I had not watched Moriah Elizabeth since she had first started. I have watched her for some time now and I have loved every one of her videos. This is another installment to my sessions; things I would say, ask, or tell YouTubers if I had the chance. And this one here goes out to ME, for a brand new video idea.

My physician enjoys the classics, And often he’ll charge by the word; Exchanging his service for fables, Those written for children preferred. The ones with the bear are his fav’rites, With Eeyore and Piglet and Owl; Home in a wood of three acres, Where Tiggers and Christophers prowl.