💚 Froggy 💚

He/They/She - Queer - 20 - Musician - Poet/Writer - TTRPG nerd - I love writing little fantasy stories (I want to make more pastoral fantasy stories) and exploring poetry. Feedback is appreciated!!

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💚 Froggy 💚

He/They/She - Queer - 20 - Musician - Poet/Writer - TTRPG nerd - I love writing little fantasy stories (I want to make more pastoral fantasy stories) and exploring poetry. Feedback is appreciated!!

240

Writings

117

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I Love Balatro

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Jokers, Jokers

Everywhere

Where is my Photograph and Hanging Chad,

Gosh, I swear

One blind, then two

A big blind and boss

The Window, The Fish, and a flop

I can stand when my number drop

And then I see it,

In that lucky standard pack,

A polychrome king

And a red seal

Higher and higher,

the numbers of blinds climb,

With five negative slots

Oh no, oh wait, I can't believe I forgot

It's the Plant...

Poetry

FAILURE

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Erring is as human as colossal mass is to a star; all consuming and heavy, but yet, bringing forth a luminacity that pierces even the empty sky. It brightens and charms, distant and afar, in a way no perfection could reach.

The human is a spectacular failure.

I could not even dream to be worshipped like their faults because out of their wrongdoings and misjudgements, of despair and self imposed...

Poetry

High Treason

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"And we'll disembowel yer sorry _guts_ when we get there."

Glancing at his sword tarnished with the blood of innocent men, women, and possible children from unknown shores, I show him my backside. He grunts, spitting a wad of sea-sick tobacco, and the English bandit strides to the wretched deck above me; naturally, I smile heartily.

I will arrive outside of the territory of the Crown's C...

Adventure

CORRECTION

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Make yourselves comfortable.

Yes, you may put that onto the floor.

And could you—_I'm sorry what was that?_

Yes, of course. it was yesterday... Quite truthfully, I am still shaken; It was _disgraceful_—certainly to the burial grounds. You see, I go through a path there, near the bent gate and just before that overgrown and rather scraggly bush at the—

The graveyard off West Street, Kudzu Cem...

Off-Season

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With beating wings, a duck gently touched down into the misty waters not far from where bulrushes strangle the shore. It picks its wings with its beak.

"There's one, Darrel," the man with red boots whispered, "now, where'd she get hit." He put is fishing rod down, edging closer to the water while listening.

The other fisher, with freckles that blotched his face like a poor painting job, ...

Thriller

Humour

Terrible Miscalculations

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1 min read

_But in all chaos, there is calculation._

"Queen to **E8**," I say slyly. _I've got her now._

"A-a piece cannot travel like that," she stutters, in a surprised way, across from the solved board.

"How unfortunate, I took you _king_. Game **over**."...

A Taste of Victory

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2 min read

A mouthful of sand. He gasped, coughing up dry clumps. It stuck in his throat, and his cheek was numb from the impact. He squirmed again; his head was being held down as another hand vied for his free arm. The pinned man groaned. Utilizing a moment of reduced force, his legs dug into the ground as he attempted to fight back. The motion secured some space, but the hand gripping his scalp thrust him...

Action

Fantasy

Her Pearl

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1 min read

I hold her pearl,

and beauty is young

It is a waterfall,

before it cuts deep

a roadtrip's first song

It is the short grass of a freshly cut lawn

Though it is tucked away in a shoebox,

Next to a bent sewing needle,

There is soccer practice

And handing out sweets

And the two wheels steered by unsteady feet

My sweet thing,

Beauty is young

And I hold her pearl,

Tightly now,

Licking strawberry ice...

Poetry

Cosmic Network

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1 min read

From metallic shimmers of neutron stars to the eerie glow of a red giant,

I zig-zag between the cosmos and through the blackened emptiness of space

I am both cold beyond my bones and soaked with a warm agreement

and though I need not seek it, there is this universal grace...

Poetry

The Reminder of Autumn Rain

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1 min read

I like the sky

and the rain

even though my mother past away

on the sofa

we would watch

the droplets against the windows cross

they would slide

just as tears

odd how I have little of that here

last fall

the leaves fell

and the church refused to ring it’s bell

and passing on

to the great unknown

she was bruied under that now mossy stone

Now the rain

it continues to pour...

Poetry