Long Fiction Poems
#fiction
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 8:22pm
25th Nov 2024 8:22pm
The Misadventures of White Snow
In a castle where shadows crept by,
White Snow was born with a piercing cry.
No queen with needles, no poetic woes,
Just a scandal: her mother arose
And ran off with a prince from another land,
Leaving her child with her father’s hand.
The king, heartbroken, tried to mend,
Marrying a woman who aimed to befriend
The bitter girl with a heart of stone,
White Snow, who craved a screen and a phone.
TikToks posted with filtered glow,
But envy festered deep below.
Her stepmother, kind, with a radiant air,
Unintentionally...
White Snow was born with a piercing cry.
No queen with needles, no poetic woes,
Just a scandal: her mother arose
And ran off with a prince from another land,
Leaving her child with her father’s hand.
The king, heartbroken, tried to mend,
Marrying a woman who aimed to befriend
The bitter girl with a heart of stone,
White Snow, who craved a screen and a phone.
TikToks posted with filtered glow,
But envy festered deep below.
Her stepmother, kind, with a radiant air,
Unintentionally...
#fiction
#funny
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
25th Nov 2024 1:42pm
Tops & Tails
They gathered in a room of the hotel that served as a sort of dressing room for waitresses, who functioned essentially as entertainers. The girls weren't dressed in formal wear but in a showgirl ensemble that combined tops and tails with fishnet stockings. A few of the more imposing waitresses even wielded canes like Old Hollywood tap dancers.
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
#fiction
#revenge
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
66 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 3:07am
25th Nov 2024 3:07am
The Tale of Little Red
In a forest deep, where the secrets hide,
Walked a girl with a basket, her stride full of pride.
They called her Little Red, with her vodka in tow,
To Granny’s wild cottage, through woods she’d go.
Her mother had warned, “Stay true to the trail,
And steer clear of hunters with stories to regale.
Your granny’s unwell or at least she pretends
So take her this cake and the vodka that mends.”
But deep in the woods, a wolf caught her eye,
His grin was sharp, but his greeting was,"Hi"
“Where to, Little Red? With that...
Walked a girl with a basket, her stride full of pride.
They called her Little Red, with her vodka in tow,
To Granny’s wild cottage, through woods she’d go.
Her mother had warned, “Stay true to the trail,
And steer clear of hunters with stories to regale.
Your granny’s unwell or at least she pretends
So take her this cake and the vodka that mends.”
But deep in the woods, a wolf caught her eye,
His grin was sharp, but his greeting was,"Hi"
“Where to, Little Red? With that...
#fiction
#funny
59 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 5:52am
19th Nov 2024 5:52am
Elias's incantations from the Grimoire - part of the fictional prose, "Reflections of the Summoned"
Elias spoke out loudly and called out to the netherworld, I call upon thee,
Bael, the King of Secrets,
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,
and to come forth,
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.
Echoes of Ars Goetia
In the tongue of the Unheard,
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,
binding syllables like iron chains:
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel. ...
Bael, the King of Secrets,
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,
and to come forth,
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.
Echoes of Ars Goetia
In the tongue of the Unheard,
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,
binding syllables like iron chains:
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel. ...
#devil
#evil
#fiction
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 7:00pm
17th Nov 2024 7:00pm
Origins of Consciousness
Seems it happened long long ago, In the distant remembrances of dying stars, there was a divine race who once roamed,
their world a dieing baron forgotten dream, falling in self made destruction, fraying at the edges of itself, a civilization poised on the edge of extinction.
They looked to the heavens, searching for a way for restoration, a source to revive their beloved home, they looked to the cradle of a new beginning, to Earth.
A garden untouched, its soil rich with secrets they could harvest, its sky ripe with possibilities they could bend. ...
their world a dieing baron forgotten dream, falling in self made destruction, fraying at the edges of itself, a civilization poised on the edge of extinction.
They looked to the heavens, searching for a way for restoration, a source to revive their beloved home, they looked to the cradle of a new beginning, to Earth.
A garden untouched, its soil rich with secrets they could harvest, its sky ripe with possibilities they could bend. ...
#fiction
#God
#mythology
#revenge
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:47pm
11th Nov 2024 8:47pm
I'm Sick Of Her!
Kind of sick of my wife
This marriage is getting the best of me
All she does is complain, nag, whine and bark orders
I could divorce her
I could up & leave
I'm just lazy I guess
I zone out most of the time
I'll escape by writing poems or stories
Other times I'll exercise or go for a walk or bike ride
I always keep myself busy
I'm a perfectionist
Our home is always clean, organized and neat
She knows how well I take care of everything and knows she don't need to lift a finger
The one thing she does is cook ...
This marriage is getting the best of me
All she does is complain, nag, whine and bark orders
I could divorce her
I could up & leave
I'm just lazy I guess
I zone out most of the time
I'll escape by writing poems or stories
Other times I'll exercise or go for a walk or bike ride
I always keep myself busy
I'm a perfectionist
Our home is always clean, organized and neat
She knows how well I take care of everything and knows she don't need to lift a finger
The one thing she does is cook ...
#FeelingTrapped
#fiction
#food
#satirical
#wife
76 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
The Whispering Waterfall Part 1
A long time ago, when we were young children, my parents sold their rubber plantation as they wanted to tend paddy fields. They bought a piece of land with four acres of paddy fields.
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
82 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 11:13am
8th Nov 2024 11:13am
One Nervous Teenager
He would go to those dances
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
#dance
#dating
#fiction
#school
#ShortStory
76 reads
6 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 10:16am
1st Nov 2024 10:16am
8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
101 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 10:49am
31st Oct 2024 10:49am
The Extraordinary Journey Through The Minds of Eight DUP Members
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#evil
#fiction
#horror
#ShortStory
112 reads
16 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 4:03pm
18th Oct 2024 4:03pm
Worlds Collide Chapter 14
#erotic
#fiction
#scifi
149 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Fiction Poems
