Long Fiction Poems
#fiction
Monster
you create a monster
then blame the victim
as if I chose to be vindictive
no, I just wanted to be left alone
but it was you who wished to play God
breaking my will to get off
making up lies and over exaggerations
only to make me feel small
and you oh so big
so I sit and contemplate my actions
with only one result in mind
the end of your existence
and the beginning of mine
I’m losing my vision
I’m losing my faith
oh how I wish it wasn’t true
I hate me almost as much as I hate you
...
then blame the victim
as if I chose to be vindictive
no, I just wanted to be left alone
but it was you who wished to play God
breaking my will to get off
making up lies and over exaggerations
only to make me feel small
and you oh so big
so I sit and contemplate my actions
with only one result in mind
the end of your existence
and the beginning of mine
I’m losing my vision
I’m losing my faith
oh how I wish it wasn’t true
I hate me almost as much as I hate you
...
#dark
#fiction
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Stela (iii)
An Old Soul
The drone from the engines of the twin-otter played on the edge of Connor’s hearing, his attention squarely on his laptop and the e-mails he had received over the past couple of weeks. E-mails regarding the archaeological site, or rather his archaeological site. He needed to keep his mind occupied for the duration of the flight. He absolutely hated flying in small aircraft. Flying in any aircraft unnerved him but the small planes really bothered him. He had considered getting drunk before boarding the plane but decided the hangover wouldn’t be worth the misery....
The drone from the engines of the twin-otter played on the edge of Connor’s hearing, his attention squarely on his laptop and the e-mails he had received over the past couple of weeks. E-mails regarding the archaeological site, or rather his archaeological site. He needed to keep his mind occupied for the duration of the flight. He absolutely hated flying in small aircraft. Flying in any aircraft unnerved him but the small planes really bothered him. He had considered getting drunk before boarding the plane but decided the hangover wouldn’t be worth the misery....
#fiction
#historical
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INAMORATAS
#love
#dark
#romantic
#fiction
#horror
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PAVOR NOCTURNUS
Aug, 1st, 2019
9:35 P.M., bed time. My therapist suggested writing a dream journal. To help find some, solace inside myself. So here I am, writing down my dreams. Trying to understand, to make sense of it all. I think it’s a joke, but what do I have to lose by trying? Most people can remember most of their lives , family, friends, relationships. But for me, I can’t remember anything beyond ten years ago, when the dreams started. Odd right? I’ve spent ten years is darkness. What happened? Why can’t I remember? I mean, I know my parents, I have friends and a good woman. They all...
9:35 P.M., bed time. My therapist suggested writing a dream journal. To help find some, solace inside myself. So here I am, writing down my dreams. Trying to understand, to make sense of it all. I think it’s a joke, but what do I have to lose by trying? Most people can remember most of their lives , family, friends, relationships. But for me, I can’t remember anything beyond ten years ago, when the dreams started. Odd right? I’ve spent ten years is darkness. What happened? Why can’t I remember? I mean, I know my parents, I have friends and a good woman. They all...
#dark
#dreams
#fiction
#nightmares
#horror
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Veronica's Erotica
#fiction
#dirty
#sexy
443 reads
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Gypsy Christmas (Collab with KristinaX)
the way you move so mystically.
I can't seem to look away.
it's like I'm hypnotized;
stuck in a trance.
touching your thighs as we start to dance.
I don't usually do this,
I'm a devoted man.
but the pull is too great.
maybe I had too many drinks.
it is Christmas Eve after all.
if only I didn't lose my job the night before.
and my wife hadn't kicked me out.
then I wouldn't be here with you.
let me tell your fortune.
on the cards, or a shaking palm.
try to read my future too.
you only want to know it with me. ...
I can't seem to look away.
it's like I'm hypnotized;
stuck in a trance.
touching your thighs as we start to dance.
I don't usually do this,
I'm a devoted man.
but the pull is too great.
maybe I had too many drinks.
it is Christmas Eve after all.
if only I didn't lose my job the night before.
and my wife hadn't kicked me out.
then I wouldn't be here with you.
let me tell your fortune.
on the cards, or a shaking palm.
try to read my future too.
you only want to know it with me. ...
#erotic
#Christmas
#lust #fiction
#lust #fiction
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The Ah Search For Jerry Thick(The Ah Holy Ah European Ah Capital(Serbia))
#lesbian
#gay
#science
#fiction
#ForbiddenLove
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Caution.....It's None Our Fault
#dark
#fiction
#lover
#disappointment
#responsibility
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We Are Fooling Around
#lesbian
#gay
#fiction
#ForbiddenLove
#witches
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Adventure of a lifetime
Woke up with a view of hills
Excited for the day full of thrills
With no expectation of what I gonna witness
thanked almighty and felt blessed
Left for a jungle with a story
Thought that I would make a glory
Starting moving inside and explore
Listening to honks, trumpets and roar
Followed the sound of river
Reached near the point people warned me about
Thinking of what could happen, I started to shiver
It looked dangerous but I didn't shout
Entered a pit and found a tunnel
the stories I heard seemed to be true ...
Excited for the day full of thrills
With no expectation of what I gonna witness
thanked almighty and felt blessed
Left for a jungle with a story
Thought that I would make a glory
Starting moving inside and explore
Listening to honks, trumpets and roar
Followed the sound of river
Reached near the point people warned me about
Thinking of what could happen, I started to shiver
It looked dangerous but I didn't shout
Entered a pit and found a tunnel
the stories I heard seemed to be true ...
#fiction
#aliens
#travel
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Inspector Pinchbottle to the Rescue
Enter Inspector Pinchbottle...
He walked into the drawing room like he had every right to be there, as if a policeman’s home could ever be as grand as this five-bedroom edifice in Chelsea. The house’s late incumbent, George Cumberland-Smythe, lay dead on the Aubusson carpet in a neat puddle of blood. A smell of almonds hung in the air. Dressed for dinner, George’s trousers were about his ankles and an unspeakable thing had been done to his posterior with a bottle of champagne.
This thing was spoken by Constable Gamadge until Lady Elspeth fainted and Pinchbottle clipped...
He walked into the drawing room like he had every right to be there, as if a policeman’s home could ever be as grand as this five-bedroom edifice in Chelsea. The house’s late incumbent, George Cumberland-Smythe, lay dead on the Aubusson carpet in a neat puddle of blood. A smell of almonds hung in the air. Dressed for dinner, George’s trousers were about his ankles and an unspeakable thing had been done to his posterior with a bottle of champagne.
This thing was spoken by Constable Gamadge until Lady Elspeth fainted and Pinchbottle clipped...
#murder
#fiction
#ShortStory #mystery
#ShortStory #mystery
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I Can't Explain
#science
#fiction
#scary
#WritingPoetry
#ForbiddenLove
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