Mick Newton Storyteller

@mickstoryteller.bsky.social

I write poetry, prose, stories and lies I’ll make you laugh, ponder, smile and cry

He felt the calling of the sea Adventure, love and piracy The ghost of a lonely widowed bride Forever waits for the rising tide Moonless nights yield mournful cries Horizon scanned through teary eyes Stormy skies send wild squalls But no full sails on ships so tall ⬇️

She was drinking a shiny purple can of some brand of energy drink, as she mechanically made her way across the car park into her work at the servo selling people different coloured shiny cans of energy drink. She got her shiny purple can at a different servo. The one near her house, a six ⬇️