Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Capitano Neutrino. First Place in Epic Beginnings Challenge. Top Story - August 2024.
It's true most black holes have masses of hundreds, even thousands, of suns. Cosmologists have theorized, however, that "micro" black holes pepper all of space/time as rogue visitors, striking when least expected.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
230 Sango Jingo Part 2: the History of Sango Jingo
Sango Jingo is an island in the Atlantic Ocean just below the secret Frisland. There, due to the convergence of the universal Diopteric Aura, the Guttural Utterals landed.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Walking in Tandem
I walk the walk with death Who sees me but not, me, him Who counts my every breath And bides my meted int'rim . I talk the talk with life
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
#229: hemeEnsley®
The Ensley® Foundation Wishful Thinking...Through Chemistry™ (Old Motto: Serving themselves since 1992.) The Ensley® Foundation began inauspiciously as the Tru-Grip Inflatable Woman Factory, but wavered due to inflation. Even with the unqualified success of Suzy Sucklipt, Borrelia Fleshpott, and the incredible "Chateau-of-Her-No-No-Below," profits were flaccid.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Rejoining the World
I soar high above To see where love fits in I see many changing From one to another thing . The higher I go The more I look
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
228 Sango Jingo History Part 1: the National Flag
Somewhere south of Frisland, in a hidden dimension of regret defying longitude and latitude, lies the mysterious island nation of Sango Jingo. It is unique, named the most you-can't-get-there-from-here by Condé Nasty Traveler for two whole recessions running.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
227 Passing GO
I imagine my game with beautiful Alise—2nd place in the beauty contest! But she's with Reed. Reed the stud. They're on BALTIC AVENUE. I wonder, Will they pass GO? Everyone's dealt the same at the game's start, but some just advance by how the dice land.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
10,000 Hours
Ten thousand hours Makes me an expert at this Nine thousand to go
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
#226: The Troglodyte's Children's Children's Children
Wishman was so called by his people because he was a dreamer. After the children were asleep and no women wanted him, his belly filled from the bounty garnered from the day's hunting-gathering, he wandered out of his clan's shelter to stare at the stars. The rest of his clan knew better than to disturb their patriarch during his meditations.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
225 The Report to Georock-VI
"Well sir, we've evaluated the Earth digital transmissions and have our report." The Grand Effexor of Georock-VI looked sternly at his two xenohistorians. "Go on."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Eyeless...And Sometimes, Y
Our eyes are gone now — nowhere to be found. So we cannot see the spectra of colors On the world's alphabet blocks. An A starts my monologue, and an an, and thou the.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
224 A Journey's Journal
I was born on a dead-end street: viz., "Dead End Steet." I had nowhere to go but sideways. That's when Val took a wrong turn and ended up knocking on my door. She was a mess—disheveled, black-eyed, and bruised with needle tracks.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction