Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

ME WISH LUCK COME SOON

Poetry Drafts / / By

Me donโ€™t understand why they donโ€™t like me, me no lucky of women of twenty first century. Me tried to adjust, be modern so me set up Facebook page showing best sides. Nice me photo on page. Good resemblance, me use photoshop only little. Left ear not same as right ear so me copy invert paste on face. Look better. Lips now smaller, bad week scurvy. Skin tone little better after bruises removed, bad EB week with nose fall off, pasted another ear. +Blur.

Me met one. She look nice. Say me smell and goodbye, no kissy. Me not run after she as leg limp. I bath next time and no robe.

Me met two. She nice also. Me bath with spices. We talk, she say she is a he. I say no longer. He scream when me make her she again. Kissy her goodbye. She stay in alley.

Me met three. She not nice. Say me come with plague, bring bad luck. She say no more, and stay in alley. I not stay long, she turn cold fast and no stiffy long.

Me meet four later. Maybe marry this time. Alley small, me wish luck come soon.

THE OPPOSITE?

Poetry Drafts / / By

What is the opposite of a hang-up?

I used to say I had one

hang-up

but with time I added more

and more so now

I think I need

a word for the opposite

the last remaining

non-hang-up that I can

claim to be my trait

So what is the opposite of

a hang-up?

THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH (NSFW)

Prose Drafts / / By

A considerable task lay ahead as, apart from the furry appearance, the mound revealed little of significance to him. He had undertaken prep work in other essential areas as per the job description, so from where he was standing the task was almost completed.

As he approached the mound and started to part the fur he immediately realised that there must be a river nearby. He could not hear running water but from the moisture and spongelike appearance he was certain. He didnโ€™t mind, he has seen far worse.

As he dug further into the fur he realised that there was more to the mound than the work sheet had stated. It was as if the mound was made up of three parts, two halves which made up the bulk of the area and at the top was an outcrop, a tubelike object which made him curious.

He focused his attention on the tube and started excavating. He had not worked for long when the mound suddenly started shaking. It was a pulsating movement that made him a bit uneasy so he paused the digging. The movement slowly stopped.

As he continued the excavation work on the tube the pulsating resumed but at a steadier paste than the first time. He felt confident enough to carry on with the task as it was surely not long now.

Suddenly the mound shook and water started pouring out between the two halves of the mound. It lasted for a mere ten seconds but when it stopped the shaking had also stopped. He was sure that his task was completed.

“Thank you Darling, you found the fountain of youth, now take that hardhat off and let me taste that salty sauce if yours”

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