Short Stories
#ShortStory
Short stories, here you'll find concise prose fiction on a range of subjects. Small self-contained stories to make you think and feel.
The Heat: new heights of pleasure
#lust
#erotic
#ShortStory
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My published books
I just published my books that I've been writing for some time now. I hope you guys buy them 😘🩷
Rose's are red, violets are blue short story/poet about love
https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0CRQRC6DH
Short Horror Story Of (The Witch's Curse)
https://a.co/d/69UvDMh
Shawnna's cook book
https://a.co/d/1S23GCW
Rose's are red, violets are blue short story/poet about love
https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0CRQRC6DH
Short Horror Story Of (The Witch's Curse)
https://a.co/d/69UvDMh
Shawnna's cook book
https://a.co/d/1S23GCW
#books
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
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The Catamite
a private-eye story
Just give me another, okay? You know I’m good for it. And I’ve not driven since three months ago when that cop hauled me in for chasing a punk down a culvert in the Bay.
So anyway, I got the job - a while before the last war - sitting in my car outside Georgie’s place. Georgie’s was a speakeasy just off Main, in a house where the bigwigs went, so as long as you kept your nose clean Eliot Ness and his boys let you be.
I was counting through bills to give to the doorman when a fruity-looking guy walks up in a lime green...
Just give me another, okay? You know I’m good for it. And I’ve not driven since three months ago when that cop hauled me in for chasing a punk down a culvert in the Bay.
So anyway, I got the job - a while before the last war - sitting in my car outside Georgie’s place. Georgie’s was a speakeasy just off Main, in a house where the bigwigs went, so as long as you kept your nose clean Eliot Ness and his boys let you be.
I was counting through bills to give to the doorman when a fruity-looking guy walks up in a lime green...
#violence
#ShortStory
#mystery #ForbiddenLove
#mystery #ForbiddenLove
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Penned too.
Once upon a long time ago
in a country cottage there lived
a grandma and her surprise gift
from her dead daughter's unknown beau
an unruly and awkward child
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
Now, granny had a little job
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five
unaware of that silly kid ...
in a country cottage there lived
a grandma and her surprise gift
from her dead daughter's unknown beau
an unruly and awkward child
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
Now, granny had a little job
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five
unaware of that silly kid ...
#rhyming
#ShortStory
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String It Up…
In the calling of the winter of discontent
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
#war
#sun
#moon
#spiritual
#ShortStory
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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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Christmas Tradition
Last year I made the mistake of saying,
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
#family
#Christmas
#holiday
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
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Therapy pt.2
The top...or was it the bottom? Who knows, who cares. So with a deep breath I take the plunge. " So, as a kid I was abused in every kind of way you can think of. Mental being the most common." "Hmm." She replied, " How exactly were you mentally abused?" "Insults mostly, being told I ruined my parent's marriage, stuff like that." She nods, the nod of a parent watching her baby take the first step. "And do you think it effects how you treat relationships?" Yet another question that was more statement than question. "Yes I suppose so."...
#narrative
#ShortStory
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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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