QuiteOllie : Writing

The White Weed

The White Weed

A Poem by QuiteOllie


A poem about acceptance of identity and learning who you are.
Dragon's Hoard

Dragon's Hoard

A Poem by QuiteOllie


A prose poem about creativity, and keeping it alive.
At Night

At Night

A Story by QuiteOllie


A cross between a short story and prose about strange people and strange nature.
This World Is Alien

This World Is Alien

A Poem by QuiteOllie


This world is alien to me. But warm. Soft. As long as I don't think too much about what it had to do to get here. What it's been put thro..
Skin

Skin

A Stage Play by QuiteOllie


The lights come up on a small table with only Penelope sat at it. She was clearly a beautiful woman at some point. It's not easy to place exactly wh..
Who I Should Be

Who I Should Be

A Poem by QuiteOllie


Knocked the pennies from my eyes And slung me forwards through my younger years. I know there was cow’s blood still warm on the backs o..
Okay In The End

Okay In The End

A Poem by QuiteOllie


You are where you broke And though warmth isn’t an issue anymore Why does scarlet still linger on every inch of wall and between my fin..
That Was Then

That Was Then

A Poem by QuiteOllie


The oak leaves are brighter than last year. Older. I remember when you held them to my neck and called them butterflies We’d laugh o..
An Ordinary Indignant Man

An Ordinary Indignant Man

A Poem by QuiteOllie


A pause between the question and his name, His breath smells of hot wine and four vodkas. He always was the civilised type. A bottle more..
Rules

Rules

A Poem by QuiteOllie


There were rules You would know Did you slip them into my soup when I wasn’t looking? Do I drink to die? Then into the jacket po..

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