John R. Godwin

Joined August 2025

28 stories

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Sifting daily through the clutter of my mind trying to create something beautiful.

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Mama's Magic Whisper. Content Warning.
If you see The Champ in public, you will see him smiling, waving, signing autographs. Yet his pain is always with him. His ability to disguise his pain was a discipline he had been crafting since an early age, and over time it was welded and wrought to near perfection.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Fiction
A Blackberry Memory. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Along the blighted, gray wood of the cedar crossbuck fence at farm's edge, grow the supple green branches of a blackberry bush of memory .
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Poets
The Path from Destruction. Top Story - November 2025.
So I'm "here," parked in Joe Pye Weed Field on a warm October night, with Kenny, Nate, and Mark, three friends I've known since childhood. We're all in our early twenties. It's 1988. There's plenty of Budweiser and cheap vodka going around.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Humans
A Cold Hymn Sung Silent. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Leaving fleeting footprints on flattened grass we arrive at the precious precipice, and peer into the narthex of the tabernacle of trees
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
I Broke Up With The Moon. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
A recent text exchange between me and the moon Hey. Oh, hey Derek, nice to know you're alive. Don't be like that. Like what? You ghosted me.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
Through The Keyhole Blooms A Flower. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
We didn't always look through a keyhole to case a house we wanted to rob. Sometimes we could look through windows, other times we were invited in after we cut a lawn for the owner.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Fiction
Descent
The grave collapses ghoul claws the dirt walls, but falls... and grabs my ankle. I considered submitting this as my entry for the Haunted Echoes Challenge.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
Neither the Day, Nor the Hour
Pinprick on my palm My flinch flips the black spider Hourglass tolls red. I considered submitting this as my entry for the Haunted Echoes Challenge.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
Of Tigers and Vikings and Wicker Baskets
Read quickly reader. for everything hunts, is hunted. The snakes will swear and I don't want to slow us in our pursuit and retreat, as we are eaten and eat.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
Final Touches
Her fingers touch mine. They feel cold. Like the copper of her coffin lid.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
The Mercenary Lantern. Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge.
This is the ancient, primeval war. This is the conflict of daytime and nighttime, darkness and light. Morning salvo launched as sunrise strikes the night
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets
I Leave My Mask On Now. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge.
I leave my mask on now. It has melted onto me and into me. Stuck to my soul, I loathe it and love it and breathe it and knead it.
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets