Submissions by Fillenatrix
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Maths is harder than remembering to breathe," Ralph Wiggum.
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jul 2016 7:30pm
30th Jul 2016 7:30pm
Don't be...
You're not my family
Certainly not my brother.
No matter what the
Government state said.
Don't be an arsehole, to me especially.
Just stop it.
What did I ever do to you?
I don't know,
Just tell me so!
If I piss you off so much
I'd like to know why.
That's all I have to say, so
Fuck off.
Certainly not my brother.
No matter what the
Government state said.
Don't be an arsehole, to me especially.
Just stop it.
What did I ever do to you?
I don't know,
Just tell me so!
If I piss you off so much
I'd like to know why.
That's all I have to say, so
Fuck off.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jul 2016 10:54am
30th Jul 2016 10:54am
For you
Life is so complicated, I have little joy.
Yet I have you.
Something to strive, to even wake up.
Dreams beckon me away... no!
I must stay, I listen to your pain and I
Desperately wish to lessen it.
I'm so broken,
Not so much that I'd
Leave you.
I am here for you,
Corny but true.
Whenever you need me.
Yet I have you.
Something to strive, to even wake up.
Dreams beckon me away... no!
I must stay, I listen to your pain and I
Desperately wish to lessen it.
I'm so broken,
Not so much that I'd
Leave you.
I am here for you,
Corny but true.
Whenever you need me.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Jun 2016 7:56am
10th Jun 2016 7:56am
2011
The area is cold, wet and dreary. Pretty much the perfect place for vampires, well, these ones anyway. The bus trip was bumpy and I am tired. I don't know why I agreed to such a dangerous thing. But it was Dawn who asked me, so here I am. She pokes my side.
"Mal, dear, do you think you could smile a bit more? After all we're going to make sooo much money."
Her smile is as fake as that reason we're here. Dawn figured Malice was a little too inconspicuous.
So much to my horror it had to be shortened to Mal.
The castle looks great though.
"I still don't see...
"Mal, dear, do you think you could smile a bit more? After all we're going to make sooo much money."
Her smile is as fake as that reason we're here. Dawn figured Malice was a little too inconspicuous.
So much to my horror it had to be shortened to Mal.
The castle looks great though.
"I still don't see...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Apr 2016 1:52pm
4th Apr 2016 1:52pm
The IceWoman Cometh (Dream Journal)
I was in China, Nanking, under the Japanese occupation. I was in the body of Mulan, who after many years of supernatural slumber had awoken. The chamber seal broke after a violent explosion from a sabataged Japanese convoy. I wasn't sure if this Mulan was the same military hero from legend. She was very tall, muscular and had wild curly black hair. Her features were to the region but her other characteristics made her stand out distinctly from the rest of Nanking's population.
She came to a Catholic Girls school being held hostage under a female second-in-command. Mulan allowed...
She came to a Catholic Girls school being held hostage under a female second-in-command. Mulan allowed...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2016 1:16pm
2nd Apr 2016 1:16pm
Wedding Belle
We didn't have much time. As soon as we were alone he picked me up and carried me over the bedroom threshold, me dressed in my bridesmaid attire. He threw me onto the bed as I threw off my panties. I helped him to unbuckle the formal black trousers, our fingers knocking together in haste. He was ready to go, but I was unprepared for what I saw. I would have liked to be on top but I could have never wiggled it in! I pulled him on me and let his weight to the rest. It was like an iron rod wrapped in silk. Me being a virgin I was tight. We reached peak fast, cumming together. I had to bite the...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Feb 2016 6:33pm
17th Feb 2016 6:33pm
Lunar Fights and Festivals
I don't know what's going on at the moment with this town and it's people, but everybody seems to boiling with violence. You head out to have a nice time down town to the Lunar New Year Festival and end up busting head instead (that's a pun, you'll see why). I guess I should explain...
The day was pore pissing hot and I had not been to sleep for two days, so I felt like constantly walked on dirt. My mother was even more volatile. I was going to walk the hour into the CBD but she insisted on driving me (honestly I think this was just so she could b**** about this later, which she...
The day was pore pissing hot and I had not been to sleep for two days, so I felt like constantly walked on dirt. My mother was even more volatile. I was going to walk the hour into the CBD but she insisted on driving me (honestly I think this was just so she could b**** about this later, which she...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2016 3:17pm
17th Feb 2016 3:17pm
unfinished miscellaneous
She was very beautiful, but there was a danger in her eyes, and the danger was time.
The pains of ones first breath, in deep recess.
When I am very sleepy, I like to watch the "dust" play in the shuttered light. It is a simple pleasure, one that is often ignored by my betters.
The pains of ones first breath, in deep recess.
When I am very sleepy, I like to watch the "dust" play in the shuttered light. It is a simple pleasure, one that is often ignored by my betters.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Feb 2016 4:05pm
7th Feb 2016 4:05pm
Christmas 2014 A Letter From Tristen
i.
I let the little rosetta out of the cage and I watched it fly away to it's family. The poacher was still hurling obscenities at me. I gave him an icy stare and growled, "Get of my mothers property."
He was off running. Idiots. Didn't they realise there is far more dangerous game in this forest? Mum likes to adopt man-eating, flesh tearing creatures no one else dares to care about. My day had bearly begun I already ran into morons.
ii.
I was out walking alone, since early morning. It was late evening, the heat still lingered in the ground and I had no shoes on as I...
I let the little rosetta out of the cage and I watched it fly away to it's family. The poacher was still hurling obscenities at me. I gave him an icy stare and growled, "Get of my mothers property."
He was off running. Idiots. Didn't they realise there is far more dangerous game in this forest? Mum likes to adopt man-eating, flesh tearing creatures no one else dares to care about. My day had bearly begun I already ran into morons.
ii.
I was out walking alone, since early morning. It was late evening, the heat still lingered in the ground and I had no shoes on as I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Feb 2016 11:56am
7th Feb 2016 11:56am
Those eyes again
I can smell the other woman. An old womans perfume. On your belly no less. My, my, how you've gotten fat. Getting an extra dinner somewhere? Stop, licking my tits won't make it better!
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2016 12:03pm
6th Feb 2016 12:03pm
2013 edited version
The party was full of beautiful men. But one caught my eye in particular. This one had nice eyes. Unique colouring. The place felt empty compared to most of the parties I go to. It was comfortable though.
He held a clever smile, not too predatory but bad boyish enough to worry and intrigue. I sat on a couch on the opposite side of the room. It didn't take long for him to notice me. I smirked and beckoned him over with a glint in my eyes. To my slight annoyance he finished up with his other women before sauntering over to me.
"Hi, I'm Rieco!" He yelled over the...
He held a clever smile, not too predatory but bad boyish enough to worry and intrigue. I sat on a couch on the opposite side of the room. It didn't take long for him to notice me. I smirked and beckoned him over with a glint in my eyes. To my slight annoyance he finished up with his other women before sauntering over to me.
"Hi, I'm Rieco!" He yelled over the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Feb 2016 4:36pm
5th Feb 2016 4:36pm
Night Swims
Day 123
I'm still on the ocean. It's forever night and the sun never rises. The sea is like an obsidian mirror, smooth and still. My craft is amateurish and falling apart. I am alone. Mostly I hunt fish, which I eat raw or save some and them dry out using salt I derived from the sea water in the water purification process. There is no sound aside from my own breath.
125
I've cut my leg trying to pull up my sail. The rigging snapped, it was never very good. I managed to dodge most of the recoil, but my calf got a nasty slash. I fear it will get infected. It has been too long...
I'm still on the ocean. It's forever night and the sun never rises. The sea is like an obsidian mirror, smooth and still. My craft is amateurish and falling apart. I am alone. Mostly I hunt fish, which I eat raw or save some and them dry out using salt I derived from the sea water in the water purification process. There is no sound aside from my own breath.
125
I've cut my leg trying to pull up my sail. The rigging snapped, it was never very good. I managed to dodge most of the recoil, but my calf got a nasty slash. I fear it will get infected. It has been too long...
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