The Chimes at Midnight
Poetry, late night musings, and the children of an idle brain
30 June 2022
Last Day
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story I had to see you walk away. Of course. Fate wouldn’t let me simply go about my day… and you’d just be g...
12 June 2022
Addict
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Demi. He’ll tell you that he has recovered. That he’s clean and sober. That it’s been 10 years sinc...
Lady's Choice
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story “Do you want a spanking?” he growled. “What?” she responded; not sure she’d heard him correctly. He...
07 June 2022
The Center of Attention
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For J. Eyes were naturally drawn to her. This wasn’t due solely to her physical beauty, but the attract...
23 May 2022
My Turn
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay Just 10 minutes before, she’d come back from the Ladies Room, and discreetly dropped her gr...
23 April 2022
Reflection
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For James Pale moonlight filtered through the dirty window panes, supplementing the meager illumination...
04 April 2022
Tell Me What You Want
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay Even as he dominated her, she could sense his care – desire and respect, control and freedom...
09 March 2022
You'll Be Damned
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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story The hardest part of accepting you’re not a superhero anymore is the realization that truth, justice, and...
24 February 2022
Love
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By Bud Koenemund I'm constantly torn between revelation and self-preservation.
23 February 2022
Madness
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By Bud Koenemund Images tease me; driving imagination closer to madness.
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