The Chimes at Midnight

Poetry, late night musings, and the children of an idle brain

31 December 2022

White Claw Lies (a song)

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Lyrics by Bud Koenemund Music (to be determined) For Jenna I can’t help but answer when she calls. I know what she wants, but I can’t resist...

I Know Your Fantasies

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By Bud Koenemund A 200 Word Story    “I want to be loved and respected,” she said.   “You deserve that,” he replied. “Someone who will make ...
23 December 2022

Santa

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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Crawl onto my lap. Whisper your naughty wishes. We’ll make each come true.
16 November 2022

Fever Dream Redux

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay    JFK to Paris is a long flight. He’d picked these seats purposefully: last row; a red-eye. O...
15 November 2022

Fever Dream

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By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay Joining the club: a mile high; watching you squirm in ecstasy.
24 September 2022

The Sundress

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay    Sunlight spilled through the windows – the open blinds creating geometric patterns on the f...
31 July 2022

Spaghetti

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By Bud Koenemund    The question hung in the air long enough for him to know her answer would be a lie.   “No,” Amy said, finally.   The rig...
30 July 2022

Trapped

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story    She was trapped and she knew it. He stared at her; waiting for an answer. Remaining silent wasn’t an op...
28 July 2022

Torture

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By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay    He loved to torture her; making her cum in public. In dangerous places; where they might be...
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...
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Bud Koenemund
I am 57 years old, and currently live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.I began writing my first story while serving in the United States Army.I write poetry, short stories, novels, songs, editorials/opinion pieces, news stories, screenplays, satire, erotica, and anything else that strikes me.At any given time, I have about a dozen writing projects in various stages of completion, and a few more banging around in my head.I get many of my best writing ideas while I'm in bed, driving, showering, or on the toilet; and I keep a pen and paper in all those locations (OK, in the shower I use children's bath crayons on the tiles).Most of the time, I write from inspiration - I've had times when I've written a Shakespearean sonnet during a 15 minute drive, or awakened from a sound sleep, wrote a poem in a few minutes, and then gone back to sleep.Now, on a distasteful, though sadly necessary, note: Unless otherwise noted, quotated, and/or attributed to another author, the works on this page are solely the intellectual property of Bud Koenemund, and as such are protected by copyright.
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