Lamar Wiggins

Joined February 2021

319 stories

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Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry.

"Life is Love Experienced" -LW

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛
Plagued with allergies from birth, Edwin Marx tiptoed through life adhering to a long list of restrictions. The only food suitable for consumption was bread and a few green vegetables.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Fiction
Willow
Green leaf on fresh snow She sleeps with his sweater vest Night of still, cold air. ~ Dreams of frosted hue, his woven face petrifies
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
Amigos. Top Story - August 2024.
Thank you for stopping by to celebrate what friendship means. Written for Heather Hubler's Friends Among Us Challenge. Details below.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Confessions
The rain.
Precipitation— Humble clouds spread tears of joy Their love, absolute ~ eyes glued to rainfall, not a care in the world, I
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Watercolor
Sky—flaunts perfect pastels of blue bliss Yellow—blesses the day with smiles Green, is non-refundable... Gray ruined this canvas...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Bilingual
Those eyes, equipped with icy daggers, wounded every pleading excuse. Tight fisted, grimaced, flawless gestures, framed the vivid
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Donors
Written for the Liam Storm 'Mother Nature' Challenge. Details below ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Equations
...subtract our lazy attempts to bond divided by my disdain for jazz and hate for flatulence add your absurd tantrums...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Reflexive Memory
ending your game weighs less everyday— the fights, the colorful lies—gone. aggrieved eyes never look back yet, every dawn’s peak I
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Amalgamations
Ice mountains—proud family of fusion, disturbed by vanishing effort... I sometimes wonder if bergs despise the estrangement,
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Reverence. Top Story - July 2024.
June 3rd, 1980 After a hundred lifetimes it never gets old. The waves, tired and peaceful, break along this stretch of shore, resonating in the distance. The soothing melody is harmonic, synching with the calm rhythms of solitude. I've grown to rely on their sanctity to pacify this busy soul, deserving more credit than I remember to give. It balances in the end—they understand my detachment from self, my detachment from this everchanging world...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
The Tango
Shall we have this last dance my darlin? You always could move them fine hips If only trust worked like feet we could hop all life long
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets