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Frankie Famighetti

Frankie Famighetti

I like to write.

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Writings
36
Followers
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Following
Frankie Famighetti

Frankie Famighetti

I like to write.

139
Writings
36
Followers
4
Following
Agent Roboberry

Frankie Famighetti

1 min read

I’m a bot made of strawberries, fighting crime My berries activate, systems come online When an evil robot’s on the run I just pound him with my seed gun Until the robo miscreant’s serves jail time I’m on the trail, tired juicy servos whine Part technological Still biological Against this avocado foe I’ll be fine Oh no, my seed gun sight’s misaligned The enemy’s seed nicks my skin My juice trips t...

Poetry

Action

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Anchorhyme

Frankie Famighetti

1 min read

This poem is an anchor line Be patient and give it time Time to see how the lines rhyme And what makes this format rich

Did you see what was written? The first two lines rhyme and then For the third we rhyme again But for the fourth line we switch

You see the pattern I bet The first three lines are a set The fourth’s like an epaulet Weaving a uniform stitch

What do we get exactly? A sense of st...

Poetry

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Air Crawler

Frankie Famighetti

3 min read

“Sir, the cable’s out. You’ll have to… static… it’s the only way. Over.”

“What’s the only way?” I jab the walkie-talkie’s call button frustratedly.

“The Air Crawler. Static… you’ll need to… static… It’s experimental, but… static…”

“Fine. I don’t want to spend another second stuck on top of this building.”

“Static… now, sir. Over.”

It doesn’t take long to learn what now means. A la...

Action

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Let’s Go Phishing

Frankie Famighetti

1 min read

Click me convenience Once in a lifetime offer Email’s hidden hooks...

Poetry

2
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Gate Screening

Frankie Famighetti

4 min read

I sit in my chair, scrolling through my phone, as my eyes drift to the massive window in front of us. Our plane gleams faintly at the gate under the heavy October sky, its white body contrasting sharply with the swirling gray clouds overhead. There’s a weight to the air today, something strange I can’t quite put my finger on.

“Look at that guy,” Brian says, nudging me with his elbow.

I glance up...

Horror

3
The Song That Never Ends

Frankie Famighetti

4 min read

Francine descended the stairs, her spirits lifted by the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. Mark, her husband, stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease while their seven-year-old daughter, Gloria, giggled at the table, bouncing to the sound of a song blaring from the Amazon Echo:

This is the song that doesn't end. Yes, it goes on and on, my friend.

Francine chuckle...

Horror

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Love Of Streaming (Ads)

Frankie Famighetti

1 min read

Oh what suspense, the bomb’s about to blow The timer ticks, my heart puts on a show But here’s a Tide ad—gripping, apropos I’d rather be clothes washing—how’d you know?

Last minute confession before they’re through Wait! Farmer’s Dog dog-food service debuts? Sorry Fido, your old favorite must go! I love subscriptions it seems—how’d you know?

The hero leaps, the plane begins to dive Wendy’s new F...

Poetry

Humour

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Green Eggs And Bedlam

Frankie Famighetti

1 min read

A relentless figure, with a three part name separated by dashes, stalks his prey, while offering a strange, otherworldly dish. Through eerie rhymes and unsettling encounters, the story unravels into a chilling game of manipulation and dread. Watch as our plucky protagonist resists, leading to ever darker settings, more insistent offers, and the climbing price of refusal. Will they escape the night...

Humour

Horror

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Mirroresque

Frankie Famighetti

1 min read

I strolled one night beneath the moon A zephyr played a little tune When from a portal it came near A figure strange, yet oddly clear

Not someone else, they said to me: I’m you, from 2043 Their face was lined, their hair was gray But still they smirked in my own way

Shouldn’t you warn me? I inquired Of cliffs and traps, of paths required? They laughed and shook their head with ease _You wo...

Poetry

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The Joseph Sacramentum

Frankie Famighetti

3 min read

Greg Caputi sits in a steel chair bolted to the ground, while a single bulb swinging from the ceiling causes the shadows to dance restlessly over the concrete floor. His body is tense, his hands gripping the armrests as though they are his last anchor to reality. Before him, a figure kneels, shrouded in a burlap sack, their identity concealed. The figure is utterly still, save for the rise and fal...

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