Submissions by uhtobeconcealable
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Apr 2017 4:43am
29th Apr 2017 4:43am
What Time? The NightTime PT 4 END
getting caught was the easy part.
"You're the one everyone wants?" The drug lord clicked his tongue, "You're sweet enough I suppose. I too thin for my liking."
Too strong you mean bastard, I mentally interrupted.
"But yes, you have a pleasant face."
I kept my plasant face impassive. It was hard, I'd never suffered fools lightly.
Such was his arrogance he kept his acquisitions on display chained to the floor like panther women. I scanned the room. As I expected he had tons of soldiers stationed around the property, frankly that was fine. What I had in mind depended...
"You're the one everyone wants?" The drug lord clicked his tongue, "You're sweet enough I suppose. I too thin for my liking."
Too strong you mean bastard, I mentally interrupted.
"But yes, you have a pleasant face."
I kept my plasant face impassive. It was hard, I'd never suffered fools lightly.
Such was his arrogance he kept his acquisitions on display chained to the floor like panther women. I scanned the room. As I expected he had tons of soldiers stationed around the property, frankly that was fine. What I had in mind depended...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2017 4:34am
29th Apr 2017 4:34am
snack
the jogger was out for a run at dusk. Trying his best to tighten post 50 buttocks.
How delicious, how vulnerable.
The sun dipped over the horizon. He could have never seen me lying in wait. My black hair coiled, blending into the night.
He stopped to catch his breath. Metal glinted in the dull light of the moon. I slithered up behind him, pushing the blade against his throat.
"I--"
I linked my leg around his and pulled him down, back into the vegetation lining the lonely road.
"Shh, don't say a word," Searching his pockets I...
How delicious, how vulnerable.
The sun dipped over the horizon. He could have never seen me lying in wait. My black hair coiled, blending into the night.
He stopped to catch his breath. Metal glinted in the dull light of the moon. I slithered up behind him, pushing the blade against his throat.
"I--"
I linked my leg around his and pulled him down, back into the vegetation lining the lonely road.
"Shh, don't say a word," Searching his pockets I...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Jul 2016 7:07am
17th Jul 2016 7:07am
What Time? The Nighttime pt 3
"I want search parties on the ground and in the air, I don't care if it's discreet. Spread out from all four points starting from Mexico City to the border, but be careful there." Juan leaned over the table, scrutinizing every piece.
"Sir... Sir please," his Apprentice wheezed in his ear like a mosquito for the hundredth time.
He was becoming a bother, and really with Master Miguel gone there was no point in having the brat around any longer.
"What?!"
The Apprentice wrangled his hands together, his face a mask of terror, he gulped "He is...
"Sir... Sir please," his Apprentice wheezed in his ear like a mosquito for the hundredth time.
He was becoming a bother, and really with Master Miguel gone there was no point in having the brat around any longer.
"What?!"
The Apprentice wrangled his hands together, his face a mask of terror, he gulped "He is...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2016 2:42am
4th Jul 2016 2:42am
What Time? The Nighttime PT 2
The smell of something I can't name. A phantom, a dream of memory.
See you? Come sit with me child. One day, you too, will be as free as those other children, those birds…
Wet, calloused fingers touched my face. I snapped up, out of this man's touch. Except it was not a man, but the boy who's shed roof I'd crashed through.
His hands were rough from hard work. Gingerly I touched my left wing. It felt like muscle had torn from bone. my heart started to race. That ass kissing Juan would be out for my blood.
Through all this the boy sat next to me looking spacey,...
See you? Come sit with me child. One day, you too, will be as free as those other children, those birds…
Wet, calloused fingers touched my face. I snapped up, out of this man's touch. Except it was not a man, but the boy who's shed roof I'd crashed through.
His hands were rough from hard work. Gingerly I touched my left wing. It felt like muscle had torn from bone. my heart started to race. That ass kissing Juan would be out for my blood.
Through all this the boy sat next to me looking spacey,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2016 9:30pm
30th Jun 2016 9:30pm
What Time? The Nighttime
"yoyh thiadth yoyh heavfesr?!" He said.
I took the pistol out of his lying mouth. "What?"
This pissed him off even more.
"I said you think you're so clever!?" he spat.
I pressed the gun against his head, "No, not really. I couldn't even tell you what type of pistol I'm about to blow your brains out with, but then again, how smart does that make you?"
His green eyes narrowed, "You can't win this way, you know. He'll just find more like me--"
"I'm not that nice either."
I pulled the trigger.
Damn!...
I took the pistol out of his lying mouth. "What?"
This pissed him off even more.
"I said you think you're so clever!?" he spat.
I pressed the gun against his head, "No, not really. I couldn't even tell you what type of pistol I'm about to blow your brains out with, but then again, how smart does that make you?"
His green eyes narrowed, "You can't win this way, you know. He'll just find more like me--"
"I'm not that nice either."
I pulled the trigger.
Damn!...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Jun 2016 6:08pm
30th Jun 2016 6:08pm
Fallen Angels, Succubus
Out buying a caravan to do up. Him looking for retro, Her looking for something more modern.
"This is the best value, minimal repair work and very affordable," Dealer hoots a little too brightly, broken fingers in plaster still, must not shake.
He best hurry it up, I paid him enough.
Good thing I left fingers behind.
I'm growing impatient.
"What do you think?" He asked Her.
She shrugged, but a smiled tugged.
"I like it."
He grinned, "Then we'll take it."
So happy, it makes me sick. ...
"This is the best value, minimal repair work and very affordable," Dealer hoots a little too brightly, broken fingers in plaster still, must not shake.
He best hurry it up, I paid him enough.
Good thing I left fingers behind.
I'm growing impatient.
"What do you think?" He asked Her.
She shrugged, but a smiled tugged.
"I like it."
He grinned, "Then we'll take it."
So happy, it makes me sick. ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jun 2016 6:55am
14th Jun 2016 6:55am
Vampire: The Masquerade FanFiction 6,7,8&9
Chapter Six
Sasha guides me upstairs. I stop abruptly as I see the huge layout. Sasha leads me to a bedroom, disappearing into what I think is another room, but is a wardrobe. Embarrassing since my home has whole rooms dedicated to costumes and outfits.
I like to wear bright sparkles offset by soft pastels and florals. I especially love dresses that float around me. I look down at the dirty purple dress. I HATE GREEN. Huh? That thought…
"Here, you can wear this," Sasha says, holding up a gothic black dress, "It might be loose around your chest, but I think it...
Sasha guides me upstairs. I stop abruptly as I see the huge layout. Sasha leads me to a bedroom, disappearing into what I think is another room, but is a wardrobe. Embarrassing since my home has whole rooms dedicated to costumes and outfits.
I like to wear bright sparkles offset by soft pastels and florals. I especially love dresses that float around me. I look down at the dirty purple dress. I HATE GREEN. Huh? That thought…
"Here, you can wear this," Sasha says, holding up a gothic black dress, "It might be loose around your chest, but I think it...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jun 2016 5:30am
14th Jun 2016 5:30am
Vampire: The Masquerade FanFiction 3,4&5
Chapter Three
I finally arrive in San Francisco. I am so stressed out. The instructions are very strict on the schedule. I'm not allowed to be even one minute late.
It's 5:15 p.m. and the taxi ride is 45 minutes to an Empress chain hotel. I have to be there by 6 p.m. I fly to the nearest cab, jump in and breathlessly demand for him to drive as humanly possible to my destination.
"Only human?" The driver asks in a soul quivering voice.
Okay. He's weird but I'm too late to care. Besides weird cab drivers are the faster ones. I am right and we pull up at 5:58...
I finally arrive in San Francisco. I am so stressed out. The instructions are very strict on the schedule. I'm not allowed to be even one minute late.
It's 5:15 p.m. and the taxi ride is 45 minutes to an Empress chain hotel. I have to be there by 6 p.m. I fly to the nearest cab, jump in and breathlessly demand for him to drive as humanly possible to my destination.
"Only human?" The driver asks in a soul quivering voice.
Okay. He's weird but I'm too late to care. Besides weird cab drivers are the faster ones. I am right and we pull up at 5:58...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Jun 2016 3:53pm
9th Jun 2016 3:53pm
Vampire: The Masquerade FanFiction Novella 1&2
Note: this story was inspired from my Lady Le Homme poem.
(disclaimer: apart from my own characters, none in this universe and/or brand names belong to me.)
Chapter One
I awoke tired to a busy nights work. My lack of rest, I figure, is due to the same nightmare that left me shaking, dripping perspiration, as last time. And yet I still cannot really remember it!
Dotti charges into the room, she's beautiful, but is destructive as a red dust storm. She throws the white gauze curtains open, showcasing the vast expanse of woodlands. Not quite enough to be called...
(disclaimer: apart from my own characters, none in this universe and/or brand names belong to me.)
Chapter One
I awoke tired to a busy nights work. My lack of rest, I figure, is due to the same nightmare that left me shaking, dripping perspiration, as last time. And yet I still cannot really remember it!
Dotti charges into the room, she's beautiful, but is destructive as a red dust storm. She throws the white gauze curtains open, showcasing the vast expanse of woodlands. Not quite enough to be called...
#Fanfiction
#prose
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2016 2:30pm
9th Jun 2016 2:30pm
Sugar And Coffee, Stir Me
The smell of burnt sugar permeates the air.
I need to move or I'll pass out.
Hands exploring,
My own.
I don't need a man!
Just someone to to tell me right from wrong...
But your coffee, aftershave
(So unlike the unfrivolous man I think I know) and sweat,
That scent that is wholly
Yours!
Fingers dance, mouths collide,
Your exploring.
Hands,
Not my own.
I need to move or I'll pass out.
Hands exploring,
My own.
I don't need a man!
Just someone to to tell me right from wrong...
But your coffee, aftershave
(So unlike the unfrivolous man I think I know) and sweat,
That scent that is wholly
Yours!
Fingers dance, mouths collide,
Your exploring.
Hands,
Not my own.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2016 10:53pm
5th Jun 2016 10:53pm
One Lama Town
Where have you been?
What have you been doing?
Why won't you give me anything?!
But these things take time.
Half baked ideas are rarely good.
So I wait and I wait, stewing my little thoughts away.
So tender and fleshy
Still can't escape the fucking metaphor.
Feels like useless grey matter.
Nothing, like a one lama town,
(Private joke, to celebrate my lack of
Drawing skill.)
What have you been doing?
Why won't you give me anything?!
But these things take time.
Half baked ideas are rarely good.
So I wait and I wait, stewing my little thoughts away.
So tender and fleshy
Still can't escape the fucking metaphor.
Feels like useless grey matter.
Nothing, like a one lama town,
(Private joke, to celebrate my lack of
Drawing skill.)
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 8:52am
4th Jun 2016 8:52am
Lady Le Homme
Lady Le Homme
PART ONE
Miss Jaynie saved
Me in a way.
Took me in and taught me
All my ways.
So why didn't I cry
Out,
When Miss Jaynie's throat was
Ripped away?
Because Miss Jaynie
Damned
Me as well.
What's it like there
In the little piece of your
Mind you keep alive?
Is it dark?
Is it cold?
Does it hurt?
Oh no. Not that place. You keep that
Lit.
The danger was
Time.
The language she spoke was Likened to
Stroking the rich, soft
Fur
Of a dangerous wild animal.
She...
PART ONE
Miss Jaynie saved
Me in a way.
Took me in and taught me
All my ways.
So why didn't I cry
Out,
When Miss Jaynie's throat was
Ripped away?
Because Miss Jaynie
Damned
Me as well.
What's it like there
In the little piece of your
Mind you keep alive?
Is it dark?
Is it cold?
Does it hurt?
Oh no. Not that place. You keep that
Lit.
The danger was
Time.
The language she spoke was Likened to
Stroking the rich, soft
Fur
Of a dangerous wild animal.
She...
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