Joe O’Connor

Joined February 2023

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New Zealander

English teacher

Short stories and poems📚

Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!

Currently writing James The Wonderer

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Even stars die sometime
Even stars die sometime Ceaselessly, time tears everything apart Light itself is old and gone when our eyes glimpse it Infinity is a word we use to deflect from endings
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
spring onions not sultanas
A big bowl of something creamy and gloopy bubbles away on the stove. Dad always makes porridge in the early mornings before school while
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
James The Wonderer: Chapter Two
Read Chapter One: a bishop and a jump here: Dark. It was still dark wherever they were. James blinked as his eyes slowly adjusted to the surroundings, and shapes gradually began to appear before them. Trees and bushes rose up in front of him, and he felt the scrape of dirt beneath his feet.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Chapters
Sweet like Nanna
C upboards in Nanna’s kitchen, just out of reach, H ands held out - cupped at the ready. O h how I did anything for those
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Love Undisneyfied. Top Story - March 2024.
Boy and girl meet, usually from different worlds. They fall fast, and though forced apart by dastardly villains, clashes in class, or cultural disapproval, they overcome the odds and are united at the end, to live happily ever after...
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Humans
Green fingernails, grey skies
Do you see a dead tree? this can’t change nothing will grow again it’s too late words I never want to hear; that we can do this
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
The Drawer of Missing Things
I was the first to go. His splotched hands removed me gently from his wallet, and I never returned back to the comfy leather slot I had called my own for these past five years. Sure, I was expiring soon, but aren’t we all in a way?
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Baking me crazy
I was destined to be Tuesday’s lunch, my devourer in a hurry with no time to sit and eat. Today is Saturday, as the calendar under the clock reminded me every time that damn door opened for no reason except to check if anything inside had magically appeared. Which it hadn’t. She looked five times yesterday, if anyone's asking.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Fiction
Orange in a storm. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
Padded paws clamber frantically over fallen limbs, prints hidden mere seconds after her steps. Scanning and sniffing, her cold ears twitch and turn, but the only howl they hear brings no comfort.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Fiction
There’s no place like home. Runner-Up in Abecedarian Challenge.
Aotearoa’s Beckoning Call Devotedly Echoes in the mind of her people. Flights Going Homebound Ignored Journeying where the grass is greener.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Green before it goes
And on she runs, Bounding across the grains in glorious strides, Castles of sand falling under her feet, Destined to dissolve under ravenous water.
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
The ABCs they didn't teach you.
A is for Alcoholism, the cause of all distress, B is for Bank account – empty, C is for Childhood trauma, that never quite goes away,
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets