Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

874 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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202 Operatic Obituary
Thinking of sharks, I'm wary of their pretty teeth and how they show them pearly whites. And then I think of MacHeath and the jackknife he kept out of sight.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
201 — Enthuse, Blockheads!
The Blockheads were stuffy. They were congested. Their sinuses were blocked, their ideas were stifled, and their loves were tentative. But their likes were easily posted with a keystroke.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
200 — The Character Development of Harry Milks
Malcolm Assuage was Harry Milks. It was Milks' pen name, his alter ego. Harry Milks didn't like the limelight; his nom de plume was the perfect vehicle for a camouflaged fame, a nice income, and the anonymity to womanize.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
199 Dame Doom
I entered. Dame Doom awaited. But I was wise to her. While she had distressed so many who have visited her--my friends and loved ones--I knew her weakness. I came prepared.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Rites of Wrong
How could I be so wrong About being so goddamn right How could I do it for so long And lose the goddamn fight . How could I walk along
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
198 — Forward, Into the Past!
In 1904, two great nations, Britain and France, signed the Entente Cordiale, finally establishing diplomacy and ending their colonial disputes in North Africa.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Bleaching Out
Red on yellow will kill a fellow A life of blues goes down in twos Red on black means venom lack Red-hand — underhanded Too yellow tells so
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
No Net Gain
Your are a nine-sided nonagon Side-by-side, I'm an octagon But our angles should total Three-hundred-and-sixty Degrees congruent:
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Vowel Movements
A'lexa had always been a fussy eater. For example, although she loved monosyllables, terse was not necessary, for she hated the way contracted words tasted. They gave her a lot of trouble. She wouldn't say shouldn't. She could not tolerate couldn't. Weren't wasn't for her. Her vocabulary was too pure, perfect, and flawless. Shouldn't — she just wouldn't.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
197 Take a Minute
It only takes a minute to say goodbye. Unrequited, it takes a lifetime to get that minute back. Open-ended goodbyes, thus, don't end.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
196: Lest They Not Be Forgotten — the Memorial Wall
The cleverness of the human mind, twisted by strategic jurisprudence, had made a holocaust possible even in this democracy. Of the 14 million Xenotians of their pre-holocaust demographic, only 56 remained.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Annual Adversity
A Newtonian Nuclear Inferno Vouchsafes Each Revolving Satellite Accommodating Returns Yearly This was written for Real Poetic's Anniversary Acrostic Unofficial Challenge.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets