Least Read Short Story
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 5:30pm
14th Jun 2020 5:30pm
Through The Eyes of a Child
Clean and white like snow,
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
#dreams
#Fanfiction
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#daughter
18 reads
7 Comments
Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
10th Aug 2018 7:22am
10th Aug 2018 7:22am
The Return
The Return”
Chapter:1
The yellow satin shirt hangs down in a fine tailored fit manner,I looked at the inscription on each side of my French cuffs, the words “The Most BeuTIAful”tells tails of a forever romantic lush banner,
The Calligraphy of stylistics, betcha by golly wow of violet, red Rose and lavender,
This King waits for the Queen patiently to give a slow sensual kiss from the top lip to the pulling of the bottom lip, circling of the tongues marks for each day of the 12 months On the purple calendar,
Come remove the studs on the front of my shirt...
Chapter:1
The yellow satin shirt hangs down in a fine tailored fit manner,I looked at the inscription on each side of my French cuffs, the words “The Most BeuTIAful”tells tails of a forever romantic lush banner,
The Calligraphy of stylistics, betcha by golly wow of violet, red Rose and lavender,
This King waits for the Queen patiently to give a slow sensual kiss from the top lip to the pulling of the bottom lip, circling of the tongues marks for each day of the 12 months On the purple calendar,
Come remove the studs on the front of my shirt...
#romantic
#erotic
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#sensual
21 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Aug 2024 6:31pm
7th Aug 2024 6:31pm
Want
#erotic
#sexy
#ShortStory
30 reads
6 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 7:04pm
5th Dec 2024 7:04pm
Blake's Ghost Hunters and the Web of Madness: Part One
#dark
#ghosts
#horror
#scifi
#ShortStory
35 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 7:07pm
5th Dec 2024 7:07pm
Blake's Ghost Hunters and the Web of Madness: Part Two
#dark
#ghosts
#horror
#scifi
#ShortStory
35 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
Beer & Murder
During the 2000's a severe winter storm kept temperatures in the 20's and thousands of homes in Southern Texas, without power for several days. It was perhaps a combination of cabin fever and alcohol that led one woman to shoot her 71 year old husband to death in the kitchen of their home. He gave her a can of warm beer. It had occurred to neither one of them to chill a six-pack on the back porch!
#alcohol
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory
#winter
46 reads
9 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 8:04pm
21st Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons
The year was 1986
I did not know gazing out my tenth-floor apartment building window I would see my future. I was only thirteen at the time and restless.
There he was. I knew his name because all the girls talked about him as if he was a famous person and they all wanted a piece of him.
I was different. My mother and sister were sitting in the living room watching television when I told my mother, “I’m going to marry Gio one day.”
My mother immediately told me to get away from the window and stop talking nonsense about marriage.
I...
I did not know gazing out my tenth-floor apartment building window I would see my future. I was only thirteen at the time and restless.
There he was. I knew his name because all the girls talked about him as if he was a famous person and they all wanted a piece of him.
I was different. My mother and sister were sitting in the living room watching television when I told my mother, “I’m going to marry Gio one day.”
My mother immediately told me to get away from the window and stop talking nonsense about marriage.
I...
#LifeChangingMoment
#ShortStory
46 reads
17 Comments
billywaise
Billy Waise
Billy Waise
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 2:26am
20th Oct 2024 2:26am
Wicked
#ShortStory
49 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
51 reads
8 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
53 reads
3 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
24th May 2024 7:19pm
24th May 2024 7:19pm
Bonfire Publishing part 2
Once the plane landed in Heathrow. I hate to admit that Sam was right. The day was gray and there was moisture on the ground from a light rain.
Looking at both of them, walking through the terminal, with an attitude of ‘I can't believe I am here doing this when I could be home doing something else.’
Correction, that only came off of Meg. What came off of Sam was I'm not messing with these people, and they are going to give us the money we asked for.
The meeting was to be held at “The Cause”. It was a nightclub that is on the East End of London...
Looking at both of them, walking through the terminal, with an attitude of ‘I can't believe I am here doing this when I could be home doing something else.’
Correction, that only came off of Meg. What came off of Sam was I'm not messing with these people, and they are going to give us the money we asked for.
The meeting was to be held at “The Cause”. It was a nightclub that is on the East End of London...
#erotic
#ShortStory
55 reads
9 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
55 reads
2 Comments
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