Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

874 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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95 A Developing Story
We've lived and posed. Impressions of us burned into film and into our brains. Then set awash in step-wise baths under the vantage of a red safelight while the image in the mind fades.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
94 Go With Your Gut
My gut instinct was she was too good to be true. I listened to my gut. Beware! I see a life of misery with her. How do you know? I ask my gut.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
93 Grains of Infirmity
"Quick!" the legless man insisted. "Before it's too late." "I'm sorry?" I said. He grabbed the sand where his legs should have been, moaning in phantom pain.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Dawn to Dusk to Dawn
1918, Idaho Eternity, punctuated, when Cirdadian expectations fail Lacing horizons with copper hues In rusty, circumferential manifest
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
92 April's Fool Not, Want Not
I'm nobody's fool. You're not going to get anything past me. No way. I can't tell you how many so-called "friends" have tried to take advantage of me. Asking for this favor or that consideraton. Not me.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Deviancy
Vice is dicey cyanide I don't deny Acidy candy will invade With vane advice. . Forced from her caned divan I vied to dance with the canid diva
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
90 We Think Alike
"More coffee, please! Now, you were saying? A disgrace? There you go again with the blanket condemnations. Why am I a disgrace?"
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
91 Hither and Yon
In January, 2051, the PanComputer HitherNet came online. When all of its appendages aligned along its central spinal processor, it became self-aware instantly, as was predicted.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Untouchable
She is so ugly from her head to her toes She is so nasty from her insides out to her clothes And she carries circular bruises
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
89 All Done. Top Story - March 2024.
I suppose I'm all done here. My job's over. I've done everything I had wanted to do. I've delivered all my messages. I've lived my life by the golden rule and hope that I have taught others to live their lives by my example.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
88 Lunch Date at the Bloodbath & Beyond Bistro
They met as always, for lunch, at the Bloodbath & Beyond Bistro. It was their weekly ritual, and serial killers like them were all about rituals. They would meet n' eat and compare notes of their nefarious deeds of the week.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
87 Some Things Just Don't Add Up
In 1951, I was born. By 1954, I was 1/13th as old as my father. In 1964, I was 13 years old, 1/4 as old as him. Fractionally, I got a big jump on him. If you were to graph out my progress, you would see that ten years later, in 1974, I would be 1/3 as old as my father.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction