Joseph M.

I write for fun, whatever fits the vibe for the day | Aspiring Author | Hoping to write a Novella at some point

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Joseph M.

I write for fun, whatever fits the vibe for the day | Aspiring Author | Hoping to write a Novella at some point

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Subtle

Joseph M.

1 min read

It's in a flowers smell that we decide so much, smell is the sense that reaches the receptors of our brain, and in informs so much of our perception of our environs. It is simultaneously a sense that is often overlooked by the regal sights of the eyes, the sensual pleasures of the skin, the sumptuous taste of the tongue, the raucous laughter of the ears, as opposed to the slight delight of the nos...

Poetry

Action

Love at first sight

Joseph M.

1 min read

"It'll do your email, it'll do your homework, you never have to think again!", said the voice box in its best QVC voice, the words echoing through the empty halls, echoes whispering to echoes, fading in and out at the speed of sound, silent again in the matter of seconds. "It'll do your email, it'll do your homework, you never have to think again!", repeating over and over again, bouncing off lame...

Science fiction

Horror

A dove

Joseph M.

3 min read

Raising high into the sky, an updraft on an updraft, as pillows of milky white clouds flourish like brush strokes on the air of the planet, soaring with the wind providing a neutral tickle on your wings as you are reminded you are flying. In the next moment you are plummeting on an eddy of air, as you ride the eddy, stilling your wings for a moment to drift below the tumult of chaos, one rogue gus...

Adventure

A little pick me up

Joseph M.

1 min read

Why does it feel like every day that more magic is leaving the world? Marvels lose their luster, the ordinary becomes mundane, and the bucolic becomes simple. It’s the joy of the world leaving in fits and starts from the dark corners and moose holes of the world. As if the darkness in the corner is spreading, manifesting, taking its toll on its environs. That forgotten corner with forgotten dusty ...

Fires in the Night

Joseph M.

1 min read

The salt from the tears of the fallen, sugar from the joy of the victors, tang from the fruits of providence, coalescing, swimming, materializing in the Aether. The raucous expression of unfettered joy and hopeless abandonment into the void of ecstasy, the fires of victory burn on, flickering at the edges and keeping away the darkness for a moment. Above all, time stands over the celebrations of t...

Poetry

Agoraphobia

Joseph M.

1 min read

Braided wheat. Shallow wind blowing from the northeast. Foetid smells of rotting grain. Pale sun shone through pallid clouds that rolled on past the horizon. An uncomfortable heat that sat over everything.

It was early July. Kansas.

Steps crackling on the broken wheat like thunder in the far distance. A sweater accomplishing its task with hyper-efficiency. Unpronounceable terror hanging in the ...

Horror

Thriller

Hill-Top Revelations

Joseph M.

5 min read

A lonely country road, rural Massachusetts. A normal day, a normal sky, a normal life. Jack was walking home from work at the local AMC it was 5:03PM. Jack hadn't eaten since 11:00 o'clock that morning his stomach was growing. He felt the pangs move through his body and thought of his mother's homemade mac and cheese that was waiting for him just a fifteen-minute walk away.

There was a cool summ...

Absence and Void

Joseph M.

2 min read

A single lone body awakes in a land of pure white the likes of which gives no respite, no rest. Save for the fact that along the borders of this room there is blackness that is the absence of light. On one side of this room there is a mirror perfectly reflecting the austerity of the whites and the dim of the dark borders that line this room. In the mirror it becomes clear that the whites are not a...

Under-Folk

Joseph M.

1 min read

Stories tale of a beast with a thousand mouths. Each greedier and hungrier than the next. At least that's how the tale's used to go. Nowadays, they're called the under-folk. In the early 90's scientists discovered that under the right conditions a wormhole would temporarily breach the surface of reality under children's beds. The exact conditions are still under investigation, but generally, they ...

Deviled Eggs

Joseph M.

1 min read

It was 9pm on a Thursday, Emilia was in a car on her way to another late-night show interview.

Blood spatter on the counter, a pen knife on the floor, sirens in the distance.

This marked the 5th one she had done in the past month. Tomorrow, she had a morning show and Saturday she had a meeting with a publisher on a book opportunity.

The person behind in her line was dead, the contents of their ...

Crime, mystery & thriller

Horror