Caitlin Charlton

Joined August 2024

140 stories

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Noir Writer & Close Reader. Spotting the elements of Eloquence.

Survivor. Reclaiming my own territory.

Let us read each other and leave the page free. 🖋️🔥👠

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Lions Head In The Well . Top Story - December 2024.
The forest of voices Pinny folded her skirt and climbed over the toppled tree. The green lichen dusted her hand, she brought her palms together and brushed them off. Along the ground of the lost forest, next to her feet and to the side, was a line of winterstone flies carrying dried leaves above their little bodies. Not wanting to step on them under the weight of her feet, she kept in the middle and walked ahead.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
Eaten by Death (micro-fiction)
Every strand of her hair came loose from her scalp, they float like feathers above her head in a deriding hypnotising way. They touched her skin and tickled her cheeks, she tried to count them making her soul ever more doleful, failing to assuage her own shame.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of a Gunshot and where to find Security . Runner-Up in Echoes of the Year’s Lessons Challenge.
I just heard a gunshot. I would venture to say: I could not ask for a better wake up call than this. Positivity is a virtue, and pessimism is pie faced, and I don’t know when the funeral will be.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Motivation
A Friendly squirrel? Ballad Narrative With a Shocking Twist
I met the world outside the womb And in my heart I felt the beat Took off my shoes and walked with whom? A little squirrel next to my feet
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas with Mr Frost
There’s loud muttering in the White City, the kind that awakened when there were no lights. But the noise will die down, when they gather in the streets.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Families
Will You Love Me When I Grow Old?. Content Warning.
Won’t you cast your burdens on my shoulder? Make me the bride of your dark naked thoughts, Hear my mating calls, your wading plover,
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
A Villanelle to Palo Santo . Top Story - November 2024.
Send me your white smoke as I set you alight, Calligraphy in the air swirling unending into circles; How they bend, they break in my mind sight.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
A Taste of Home
There is something about the fireplace that pulls you in, the way death pulls you back home. This isn’t a sad story, but a story of mirth and warmth found in moving towards each other.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Families
When I was Homeless . Content Warning.
Dear Man, I never thought the day would come when I would be homeless. That was a lie. I saw it coming. But I didn’t know how long it would take.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Humans
Fungus Among Us
There goes the lines drawn Between colour before stars Mushrooms lay in wait Photo by author While the clouds swim by
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Festive VerseHoliday Cheer
Deck the Norway Spruce with frosted baubles, as they catch the lights; Our minds fixed on festivity when the carols sing low;
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 (unable to earn money) . Content Warning.
Dear Angelina, My mind was fractured, my heart impaired and my body repudiated me. Earning money felt impossible, I wasn’t prepared for this life neither did it feel as though it was ready for me, Angelina.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Humans