Cinquain
The Monster in the Mirror
Have you ever looked in the mirror and felt like you were staring at a stranger? Not just tired eyes or messy hair—but someone who looks like you, yet feels nothing like you. Someone who holds your face, your skin, your features… but behind their eyes, there’s something cold, still, and cruel.
By ibrahim khan8 months ago in Poets
The Lion and the Mouse
Once, in the heart of a sun-dappled forest, there lived a mighty lion. His roar could silence the wind, and his strength kept all animals at a respectful distance. He was known as the King of the Forest—not just for his power, but for the way he ruled: proud, solitary, and unbending.
By wilson wong8 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
