Algernon Locke

Joined June 2022

21 stories

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Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.

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The Medical Examiner's Report
Patient Name: Abigale Maze Bennington DOB: April 4th, 2020 Sex: F Race: W Date of Hospital Admission: May 15th, 2023 Time: 12:34 AM
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Fiction
The Voyager's Deathbed
The air is vibrant with sea-salty promise. The cliffside is flowered and lush. In a saltbox house, the voyager waits, bound to bed like a bird robbed of flight.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Fiction
To Whom Intended,
To Whom Intended, Do not dwell on me. You will only waste your strength. For I have evolved to a state that cannot be contained.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
The Written Word
When my body's dead, My soul will live for ages, In what I've written.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Permanence
Don't fear the end, love. The marks we left will burn bright, Long after we're gone.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Golden Haloes
Death can't ever take, The son I hold near my heart. In his gold halo.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Wet Concrete
I'd have never guessed. Our names written in concrete, Became our gravestone.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Darling, 1947
Darling, do not move. We'll eternize this moment. Smiling forever.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
The Living Capsule
My mother's moved on. But I see her everyday, In my daughter's eyes.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Brokewater Bay
Hide the signs and swallow the brine; secrets they’re sure to stay. "Outside the family, don’t tell a soul, Of the curse of Brokewater Bay."
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Old Roots, New Growth
From old roots, new growth. Anchored in mother-earth’s soil, Kept safe and well fed. ~ Now comes the storm clouds.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
Shallows
If I only could, Swim in your eyes' blue shallows, To cleanse my worn soul.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets

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The Medical Examiner's Report

The Voyager's Deathbed

To Whom Intended,

The Written Word

Permanence

Golden Haloes

Wet Concrete

Darling, 1947

The Living Capsule

Brokewater Bay

Old Roots, New Growth

Shallows

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