Amos Glade

Joined February 2021

183 stories

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Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.

For more madness check out my website: https://www.amosglade.com/

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I, Elemental
Breathe, drink, burnt desires, Solid ground can’t hold me down. I, elemental.
By Amos Glade3 years ago in Poets
Cookie Jar
“Can you believe the fools were selling it for ten dollars at a garage sale?” Pandora said, twisting the phone cord around her fingers.
By Amos Glade3 years ago in Horror
Fishing at Lake Nodens
My favorite memories are of my father taking me fishing at Lake Nodens; we rarely caught anything, but we would pile up the gummy worms, fig newtons, and store brand sodas and sit on the banks watching the sun come up as father and son.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Families
Blood, Wine & Roses
I met my first girlfriend in kindergarten while playing with colored clay; she had my favorite color, orange, and I had hers, blue. We traded and then held hands during show and tell. I don’t remember her name; her family moved two months later.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Humans
Bonding of the Bear and the Bull. Top Story - March 2021.
I knew I wanted to adopt a dog, but I did not think I would be adopting from, of all places, Overstock.com. In 2014 they partnered with local adoption agencies where I found this adorable picture at my local animal shelter.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Petlife
Somber Apples
The birdseed made a rattling “tink, tink, tink,” like a miniature machine gun, as Kass filled the metal container inside the golden wire cage. He scratched Emanuele behind the ear and whistled a good morning.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Humans
Bottomlands Horse
They shook on that this man had deepened, but he was kitten. They rode the bottomlands, passing cattle grazed at ten in the morning
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Poets
Demi-Death
We ride the other side, almost dead, gliding along garden walls, photos on the mantle fade, backs broken infect gone lame
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Poets
Purity & Fear
I do not listen I hear only I see you, touch you, I have fear. At night I become excited nights are impure polish them.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Poets
The Well of Vibrant Health
Audra absorbed her life in healthy living. She enjoyed the thrill of discovering a new low-sodium recipe or finding the perfect mix of ingredients to enhance the flavors of her juicing diets, she had two different gym memberships because neither gym had all the machines she liked to use, she taught yoga to senior citizens at the local city center, and she handed out small bags of sunflower seeds on Halloween.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Horror
The Perfect Dress
The shop had been there as long as Lily could remember. She thought back to when she was seven years old and her sister took her there for the first time. It was enormous, with frosted glass windows and pointy spires on the roof, like miniature church steeples. She had paid particularly great attention to the door. It was a large wooden door with an oval-shaped, stained-glass picture of a pink and red rose. The glass met the door in perfectly smooth connection. The handle curved outward and then down, like a swan, craning its neck to eat the last crumb of bread thrown at its feet. A small lever above the handle would release the lock and it clicked when you held it down with your thumb. The door made an eerie creaking sound when it opened, almost like the doors in the scary movies, but this door wasn’t scary.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Fiction
Trial by Carpet
Sid squeezed the little ball of putty she kept on her office desk; she felt it squish between her fingers and smash between each knuckle. It was good stress relief, but sometimes when she looked at it she would get mad that its original brilliant yellow was faded and smudged with brown fingerprints; it would make her squish harder while the other hand straightened the note pads to be at a perfect ninety degree angle to her stapler.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Horror