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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365. Honorable Mention in Love in 50 Words Challenge.
What do you do on the fifteenth of February, When all the love is over? If you love, but once a year, and only when you’re told to,
By Amos Glade12 months ago in Poets
Floorboard Infatuation
I bought a fixer-upper as my first home. It needed some pretty serious renovations, but I had a lot of construction background and didn’t mind roughing it for a bit while I rehabilitated the old place.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in History
Prism Jelly. Runner-Up in A Taste of Home Challenge.
I was born and raised in Utah and the only food more debatably Utahan than Funeral Potatoes is gelatin. (Fun facts: in 2001 Utah name the official state snack: Jell-o. Utahans eat more Jell-o per capita than any other state and are well known for their Green Jell-o salad featuring crushed pineapple.)
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Feast
Midnight Malaise
I toss, I turn, I toss, I turn Breathe in, Breathe out Forget about the world While others watch it burn. Feet are in
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Obsession
When you say hi I’ll always reply. There never was a question. I’ll buy you small gifts, flowers, more, Money is just a concession.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
We Meet at Night
When asked if I’ve been seeing someone, I always reply ‘yes.’ I think of you and wonder if you’re patiently waiting for me.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Love Capacity
They say I love too much too much I’m bursting at the stitches with longing adoration my heart, it beats, it itches If I hold back too much
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Uevoli My Friend
Uevoli is my very best friend, We rendezvous on the routine. When we’re together we have boisterous fun, Uevoli, and I, and all those inbetween.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Paradox of Pieces
Anchored together Like a two-piece puzzle We never had a chance Working blind, no direction, no reference, and yet,
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Celia or Mr. Charybdis
“Hey, Odie, they’re going to start singing Celia’s retirement song and then cut the cake. Better get there quick or you won’t get a corner piece. Yummy, frosting,” Beatrice giggled and rubbed her bulging belly; she was thirty-two weeks pregnant.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Fiction
Cry Baby
What if there really is a god and they are just misunderstood? What if there really is a god and he or she or it is just a traumatized child?
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Dandelion Dreams
When I was about seven years old my family was on a road trip through Yellowstone National Park. As we drove down winding mountain roads, and through desolate prairies, I happened to see a little dandelion (taraxacum) on the side of the road. Something about that dandelion struck me and I told myself to never forget that image of that dandelion. Bright and beautiful in the sun, stretching over the curbside and into the road.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Photography