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Dupin in London
fan fiction based on characters created by Edgar Allan Poe
It was in the year 18—— that my friend Dupin and I set sail to London to stay with a sponsor for whom Dupin had rendered a most invaluable service when they were caught in a “cooping” incident, a most disreputable practice whereby a man is plied with drink and then forced to visit polling stations to vote for his assailants’ chosen candidate. The sponsor was a wealthy but naive young dandy from New York, visiting New Orleans just as Dupin had also gone to sample the local culture for a piece to be published in Blackwood’s....
It was in the year 18—— that my friend Dupin and I set sail to London to stay with a sponsor for whom Dupin had rendered a most invaluable service when they were caught in a “cooping” incident, a most disreputable practice whereby a man is plied with drink and then forced to visit polling stations to vote for his assailants’ chosen candidate. The sponsor was a wealthy but naive young dandy from New York, visiting New Orleans just as Dupin had also gone to sample the local culture for a piece to be published in Blackwood’s....
#Fanfiction
#ShortStory
#prose #mystery
#prose #mystery
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Demonic Vampirism Regret
Man, you mean to tell us brothas you ain’t got rid of that stank ass hellish hoe
That life in the dark don’t bring no clean pussy that taste like honey to the tongue when it flow
Something in that abyss you will never cum to know
Man, she problem have him sucking on her dead looking toes
That’s for sho
Man fuck ya'll... but the broad is crazy, with a low grade mentality
Everywhere I go I could swear she be stalking me
Smelling my draws
Like a Hound from hell in heat, with some...
That life in the dark don’t bring no clean pussy that taste like honey to the tongue when it flow
Something in that abyss you will never cum to know
Man, she problem have him sucking on her dead looking toes
That’s for sho
Man fuck ya'll... but the broad is crazy, with a low grade mentality
Everywhere I go I could swear she be stalking me
Smelling my draws
Like a Hound from hell in heat, with some...
#war
#sun
#moon #ShortStory
#moon #ShortStory
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Lauryn's Date - Part 2
Their first kiss was tender and short. His face was kind in the soft glow of a single lamp in Lauren’s apartment. There wasn’t a second kiss.
Lauryn rose from the couch and stood by a window, her silhouette framed against the city lights. Joseph, nervously shuffling in the background, couldn't ignore the unspoken tension hanging in the air.
Lauryn knew the complexities that might overtake Joseph's life, especially considering the unexpected news about her pregnancy. Despite the allure of their connection, she understood the practicalities and unlikelihood of a long-term...
Lauryn rose from the couch and stood by a window, her silhouette framed against the city lights. Joseph, nervously shuffling in the background, couldn't ignore the unspoken tension hanging in the air.
Lauryn knew the complexities that might overtake Joseph's life, especially considering the unexpected news about her pregnancy. Despite the allure of their connection, she understood the practicalities and unlikelihood of a long-term...
#sex
#ShortStory
#pregnancy
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Once Upon A Death
On a distant mountain
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
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She At The Abyss
t'was those restless nights..
you remember yes?
remember the silent howling
...that hawkish moon
the tossing..turning
the inner chambers churning..
in sweaty trepidation of
the visitors
...
your panorama of parasites..
here to commune with the dwarfish
incubus clawing beneath
your agitated flesh
...
come my darkened lover..
never mind them
allow me to secret you away
submerge...
you remember yes?
remember the silent howling
...that hawkish moon
the tossing..turning
the inner chambers churning..
in sweaty trepidation of
the visitors
...
your panorama of parasites..
here to commune with the dwarfish
incubus clawing beneath
your agitated flesh
...
come my darkened lover..
never mind them
allow me to secret you away
submerge...
#dark
#dreams
#water
#ShortStory
#mermaids
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The Demon of Whitechapel
Part 1: Blood and Unrest
Inspector Tom Grassford leaned over the cluttered table, poring over the latest reports from the Whitechapel district. The incessant rain tapped against the windowpanes of their shabby office, while Inspector Alfred Sharp sat across from him, his expression equally grim.
"The Ripper continues his ghastly spree," Grassford muttered, pushing a strand of his damp, graying hair away from his brow. "Another poor woman, Alfred. God help us all."
Sharp nodded, his face a portrait of concern. "The...
Inspector Tom Grassford leaned over the cluttered table, poring over the latest reports from the Whitechapel district. The incessant rain tapped against the windowpanes of their shabby office, while Inspector Alfred Sharp sat across from him, his expression equally grim.
"The Ripper continues his ghastly spree," Grassford muttered, pushing a strand of his damp, graying hair away from his brow. "Another poor woman, Alfred. God help us all."
Sharp nodded, his face a portrait of concern. "The...
#dark
#evil
#Halloween
#scary
#ShortStory
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The Final Ember
In a dim and somber chamber, there sat a man of weary conscience. His study was a tapestry of ancient tomes and forgotten lore, casting spectral shadows upon the wainscoted walls. With trembling hands, he clutched a volume bound in tattered leather, and his thoughts, like ravens, circled darkly over his past deeds.
The fireplace, a source of feeble illumination, flickered and struggled to maintain its warmth. As his conscience gnawed at him, the fire in the hearth began to dance with fervor, its flames casting a macabre glow upon the room. Shadows twisted and writhed in...
The fireplace, a source of feeble illumination, flickered and struggled to maintain its warmth. As his conscience gnawed at him, the fire in the hearth began to dance with fervor, its flames casting a macabre glow upon the room. Shadows twisted and writhed in...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ShortStory
#horror
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Another Day, Another Psycho
John's life had always been mundane, filled with routine. He had a loving wife, Sarah, and two beautiful children, Lily and Daniel. His desk job at the accounting firm was a monotony he had grown accustomed to, until the inexplicable events began.
One chilly Monday morning, John went through his usual motions, but as he brushed his teeth, he noticed something peculiar. The toothpaste tasted different, and the bathroom tiles seemed to shimmer with an odd, otherworldly sheen. He dismissed it as a momentary lapse in his perception and carried on.
Arriving at work, he...
One chilly Monday morning, John went through his usual motions, but as he brushed his teeth, he noticed something peculiar. The toothpaste tasted different, and the bathroom tiles seemed to shimmer with an odd, otherworldly sheen. He dismissed it as a momentary lapse in his perception and carried on.
Arriving at work, he...
#dark
#death
#ShortStory
#MentalHealth
#mystery
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Haunted House
There was a house.
It's said to be haunted.
Its walls were dusty,but the paint was new.
its windows were broken,but there were windows still.
It's placed on an abandoned hill.
It's said a ghost haunts it.
The ghost's name was Hope.
A girl with a kind heart.
But hurt soul.
Every night,inside the house you hear the monster growl.
As it shouts for attention.
As it begs for someone else's affection.
As it has been abandoned in years.
People never entered it due to fears.
Ever since it got...
It's said to be haunted.
Its walls were dusty,but the paint was new.
its windows were broken,but there were windows still.
It's placed on an abandoned hill.
It's said a ghost haunts it.
The ghost's name was Hope.
A girl with a kind heart.
But hurt soul.
Every night,inside the house you hear the monster growl.
As it shouts for attention.
As it begs for someone else's affection.
As it has been abandoned in years.
People never entered it due to fears.
Ever since it got...
#loneliness
#ShortStory
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Number 74
I arrived at the door only to be met by this 51 year old prep, I could smell Jo Malone on her, if I had to guess from the notes I think it was lime, basil and mandarin, not a single line was found on her blouse or her flared trousers, her green eyes darted up and down and I knew by then she probably hadn't been touched for years, I was the animal stood on the doorstep of an immaculate townhouse, she brushed her hand gently across my leather shoulder as I entered.
I gazed at photographs sitting perfectly
in their silver framed pedestals,...
I gazed at photographs sitting perfectly
in their silver framed pedestals,...
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started here....continued
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Nag
a horror short
To a low-ceilinged building just outside the settlement, a couple were transported by the elders. ‘It won’t do a thing!’ the man insisted, ‘I’ll still want my freedom from her!’
‘And I’ll be glad to give it him!’ the woman countered. They both wore simple country dress and were shackled by the wrists. They headed a procession that included a small team of jailers, the village priest, a few monks, and assorted onlookers. Their children hadn’t deigned to bear witness.
They were locked in the rough-hewn shed, which had but one single bed, one...
To a low-ceilinged building just outside the settlement, a couple were transported by the elders. ‘It won’t do a thing!’ the man insisted, ‘I’ll still want my freedom from her!’
‘And I’ll be glad to give it him!’ the woman countered. They both wore simple country dress and were shackled by the wrists. They headed a procession that included a small team of jailers, the village priest, a few monks, and assorted onlookers. Their children hadn’t deigned to bear witness.
They were locked in the rough-hewn shed, which had but one single bed, one...
#ShortStory
#prose
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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DU Poetry : Long Short Story