D. J. Reddall

Joined June 2022

926 stories

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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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Modern Education
I am biting my Tongue throughout the lecture, but They still take offense
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
The Feed
Oh, how we yearn for The amusing, attractive Powerful falsehoods
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
Easy Prey
Can you see your mind? Can your mind always see you? Which one will prevail?
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
Our Work
Cooperation Knows nothing of win or loss It names all work ours
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
You Do It
I'm so busy, so tired, so confused; My comfort animal was poached by Tim My cunning nemesis, never refused You cannot allow me to lose to him
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
The Sociology of Deviance
You could have become One more, insipid cliche Your strangeness is right
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
Humored
You were clearly skeptical about me Contemporary villains share my face I'm not the lecherous scoundrel; you'll see Time has eaten what I once had of grace
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
Central Casting
Many people will Change themselves to suit the role Some will change the role
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
Final Review. Top Story - April 2025.
"I can't believe it. They think I'm losing it." My office mate, Bill, looked haggard. Of course, at the end of any given semester, we all do. But there was something haunted and a bit mad about his demeanor. He looked like he had just been told something was malignant.
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit of Vengeance
Thinking oneself wronged By the state, should one try to Drown the state in bile?
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
Nevermind
It would all be much Easier to endure if We didn't get it
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Offended Angel
To be the favorite son of a god And boil with resentment and bitter bile Seems singularly perverse, passing odd The outraged quest for revenge does defile
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets