Caitlin Charlton
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poetry too close to home
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Stories (143)
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Where is Daisy?. Top Story - August 2025.
The colour of the leaves turned to burnt sienna around the edges. Some were green and strong, sporting no change. Some were sheltered and yellow. But others flew to the ground in despair as they waited for our feet to crush them, their parts caught in the crevices underneath our shoes. Turning to grains falling away as we walked. The odd ones stuck to the bottom, refusing to let go.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Fiction
Evil Queen
A/N: What can I say. I wish to steal you away my fair lady. Not as a man but as a woman with wisdom and glossy lips enough to kiss. Fair lady, may I offer you a ride in the comments. Maybe we could talk some more. You don’t need to pay a thing, it’s free. Fair lady. ♥️🤗🙏🏽
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Poets
Where the ‘P’ dad Sings, and the phone denies access to binge
On the day of the 17th of July. Everything became too loud. The police siren. The music my sister in law was playing. The sound whilst they scored the paper and moved the tool across the wall, erasing what we were all tired of seeing. It was annoying. All of it, without internet access.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Humor
A Moment of Calm at the Farm with a drowning wasp ! . Top Story - July 2025.
A pig slept on warm hay, as if the world stood no chance against its slumber. Its back was turned towards me. His safety was never questioned. But who am I, and should I ever be trusted? It doesn’t matter because that pig had a safe home and would never be evicted. Eaten, but never evicted.
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Motivation
The Lying House
I remember the day I first saw him. I ran away. Not too far, just enough to avoid feeling too shy. It was almost as if the closeness of him made my shyness overflow like rainwater in a tank. I wanted to cry like the sky, because I’ve never felt this wanted in a while. But there’s danger in being vulnerable, in our world.
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Fiction
It was an accident
I swallowed the tasteless heat in my tea, and felt my body warm as the lights went out. Pulling my shirt away from my body, I slap the back of my hand against the fabric, beating against its resistance, so the cool air spreads along my chest and the sweat freezes, still. I drank the last few swigs of tea as it cooled, and kept myself awake.
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Fiction
