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Well, this is a titular poem for a collection written after the fact. The collection is on here, here. https://www.abctales.com/collection/kings-myth-and-illusion or you could just click on the link at the bottom of the poem . Image is author's own from PD elements: source -wikipedia.

When my friend was a teenager, he started smoking pot. If you're wondering if my friend is still alive, sadly, he's not The pot that he smoked led...

I met one of my out-of-work colleagues, Bob, in the lane. I’d stripped down to my T-shirt and felt the sun burn the top of my head and back of my...

CONTINUED FROM PART 1 Note: This story contains a graphic depiction of a deed that some readers may find upsetting or alarming. The story is an...

This is a poem inspired by Kilb50's story: The Castle, about a young girl named Elowen. Such hankering memories when leaving home, embarking on...

Sometimes a man needs a brutal love rescue, in a tough love way. Then kissed, caressed and loved back to operational capacity. At what degree is a...

‘Won’t the body start to stink?’ I clutched at my freshly made cup of Tetley’s. Ugly Puggly took his time answering. He was making porridge for...

My new year's resolution was to write a ghost story every month in 2022. This is the fifth.

Feel my face; feel all too shaken In this state, feel all too naked Feel my roots they're all too twisted Know my fate; feel all too sacred. I fear...