Moon Desert

Joined February 2021

984 stories

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UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.

Sylvia Plath

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LIES
The world has left me behind, everyone I’ve ever known has turned their back on me. Or, even better, they've all gone their separate ways.
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
The Bitter Taste of Strawberries
I thought I’m not going to unblock him this time. I thought I’m stronger than that. I was wrong. ‘Hi, handsome. What’s up?’
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Fiction
I WANT
I WANT TO BE HEARD NO MORE SILENCE, GET OUT THERE SHOUT OUT MY NAME ON THE STREETS, PARKS, CAFES EVERY CHURCH BELL HAS TO ANNOUNCE ME
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
Vials of Infatuation
Find all the medication you can, paracetamol, ibuprofen, antibiotics, Alka-Seltzer, ketonal, amitriptyline. Never mix them, but keep experimenting
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
ATTENTION: ABANDONED
KNOW SOMEONE LONELY? SOMEONE HOUSEBOUND? SOMEONE SICK OR OLD OR BOTH? SOMEONE WHO CAN’T COOK OR SOCIALISE? SOMEONE IN NEED?
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
The Tables Have Turned
‘Hello ignoramuses!’ President of the Board, Merthyr Tydfil, starts. ‘We have gathered here today to discuss the future of our organisation.’
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Fiction
Nine Dreams of Anguish. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Prologue I thought I’d never go to sleep again. I’ve heard these stories circulating in nines all over the earth;
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Fiction
How To Stop Feeling Anything
‘What was that?’ ‘Oh, nothing. Just forget about it. It's not relevant to what we're talking about. It would have been then, but not now. Things are different now.’
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Fiction
Poetry for Hard Times
As far back as I can recall, it's always been this way: Negative emotions… Unable to linger for long, not even hours or days.
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Poets
A Bright Ribbon in Darker Times
A flower in a pot, a card and Heroes sweets in Morrisons brown paper bag warm the spot behind the door. I pick them all up, stunned, after reading his message, “I dropped a little something on the doorstep for you.” We are not lovers, not even friends.
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Fiction
Lack of Love. Top Story - January 2026.
Mothers are supposed to know how to love their daughters, but it seems some don't. They reject them even in the womb.
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Poets
River of Oblivion
The river winds through the city, deeper than it seems. It carries sorrows and dreams, painful memories held, locked-away for decades.
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Poets