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Nicholas Rock

Nicholas Rock

-☧ 🐦14/📖≈250/❤️☝️/🤐0/🌱?/— Bury me with confetti and popcorn, so when my grave blows there’ll be a show.—Street Evangelist, Theologian, Poet (❔), husband, father, Son of the Most High, wretched, blessed, broken, bloodied and yet standing.

https://www.persecution.com/stories/
144
Writings
20
Followers
2
Following
Nicholas Rock

Nicholas Rock

-☧ 🐦14/📖≈250/❤️☝️/🤐0/🌱?/— Bury me with confetti and popcorn, so when my grave blows there’ll be a show.—Street Evangelist, Theologian, Poet (❔), husband, father, Son of the Most High, wretched, blessed, broken, bloodied and yet standing.

https://www.persecution.com/stories/
144
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20
Followers
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Trials of the Shaded
2 chapters
7 likes

Aug 23, 2025

Trials of the Shaded
2 chapters
7 likes

Forge Your Destiny: Trials of the Shaded is an interactive fiction for the DP community. You will decide the story, which follows a man who wakens into a prison of dreams and illusory horrors. Having no knowledge of anything beyond his circumstance, he presses on, following a strange figure who guides him through the maze of reality. Each chapter will conclude with a decision, and your input has direct consequences to the plot! Whatever option receives the most support will be written in!

Aug 23, 2025

When Collecting Angel Feathers
109 chapters
85 likes

Aug 23, 2025

When Collecting Angel Feathers
109 chapters
85 likes

A collection of Christian poetry, ranging from free-verse lamentations to sestinas on grace, aiming to capture the last breath of martyrs and the first breath of the reborn. The poet intends on growing with the piece, and breaking with it—— rising again, holding onto Christ when life begs him to let go, and capturing the sounds he makes when he believes, when he doubts, when he falls, when he calls out to that Great Sheppard—— and what he hears when he listens, intently, at God’s feet.

Aug 23, 2025

Mr. Brown is Goo, Are You?

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When the sky turned to ash


every Zoober and Nash


with the Zeever in hats


of all colors and shapes


and white stripes and with skates


and the Hoos and the Has


and the Whoops and the Yas


turned to goop——even Vas


and they oozed with a hoot


as a troop with an “Ah!”


In that stew there was Sam


and his ham and his eggs


There was Cat——save his hat!


There was fish——shouting this,


“This i...

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Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
A Box of Chocolates

Chapter 109

Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get. I mean, sometimes there’ll be a sort-of loose guide, but they can only tell you so much of what you’re going to experience when you pop the morsel into your mouth and chew, chew slower. It could be caramel ganache, or a turtle, or that raspberry goop—we eat anyway, knowing we don’t like it. It could be a truffle, it could h...

Poetry

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Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
Dear, Could You Remind Me of the Hook?

Chapter 108

I thought to get one, you know?


A fishing hook for my hat


I saw a man the other day who had one


When I set out to go fishing


and I thought to ask him if he’d


caught anything good lately


or if he was getting any bites


and he’d say something like


“Nothin’ but smallmouth bass. You?”


and I’d tell him I don’t fish


——but you know I’d worry about


that fishhook fall...

Poetry

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Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
You Never Asked

Chapter 107

If I was afraid of elevators—I am


because, sometimes I have a feeling


they’ll take me someplace


other than where I told them to


and the doors will open up


into utter darkness——there’ll be


a sound there, something scraping


like bones rumbling—and it’ll


quiet down, when it sees me


standing there—hitting _DOOR CLOSE_

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firmly and silently; I’ll look into the dark


...

Poetry

2

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
I Went Looking For Me

Chapter 106

i went looking for me

awhile ago

caught the train to my reflection

missed the switch

didn’t find myself

spotted a glimpse of me

happy in the fiery trees

just enough to make me sick

no sooner seen then gone

sought by the Good Book

sliced my throat on the Word

I watched me fly away

a cubit over my spinning head

I caught my heel in time

for me to carry myself

further into my own mind

off into t...

Poetry

2

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
Incident Report 09072025-107

Chapter 105

I walked through the hall


on my way to write poetry


and heard a very faint voice


as I often do;


then thinking it was just a ghost


or a dream


or the wind


I carried on walking


and the voice called a half-whisper


louder——and it so softly cried,


“Help.”


So, realizing one of these


fellow humans had fallen


I followed that sound to each door


fusing my ear with every one


un...

Poetry

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Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
Le Quotes Thread

Chapter 104

Life is a story. Stories are chapters. Chapters are paragraphs—those are sentences made of words. Words are made of letters.


Anyway, don’t spend so much time looking at your darkest chapter that you forget how to spell.



———



The next time someone puts a knife in your back, and you go to return the favor——check how much room there is on their back first. Maybe say something nice. Or love them...

Poetry

1

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
What I Would’ve Said, If Time Allowed

Chapter 103

We don’t have to hate each other


not anymore


You don’t have to hate me


and I don’t have to hate you


and we don’t have to kill each other


not anymore


and we can love each other


I can hope for good things for you


and I can help you


like you were my blood


like you were my body


and you can tell me


when you’re dying


and I can drop everything


I c...

Poetry

1

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
The Men’s Breakfast

Chapter 102

The room of my 15 brothers


each of us with our heads bowed


our hearts brought low to the feet of our King


with no dry eye among us


there, that is where this world just rips in two


and falls away


where the air is filled with the scent


of home


where the darkness is broken


where hell is helpless against our plundering


then I can smell God’s blood


in the air that...

Poetry

2

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

When Collecting Angel Feathers
A Lowly Layman

Chapter 101

there was a hotel within eyeshot


—I told a man today


that I am new to this labor


and he said to me


he couldn’t tell


we ran out of bird food


the best problem to have


and neither of us were cut


but I’ve yet to have a knife


pointed at my face


a gun, in someone else’s hands,


pointed to my heart


pointed to my Spirit


and I’ve not yet fired bac...

Poetry

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