Narrative Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#narrative
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
156 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
156 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
17th Aug 2023 5:18pm
A Nice Surprise
a crime short
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
Michael worked for a government department. He liked to joke that telling you what he did wouldn’t mean that he’d have to kill you, but he would have to file a report on your unfortunate mishap in the shower that morning.
He sat at his colleague Joseph’s desk, past midnight and alone in the glass-and-steel skyscraper, finishing reports that Joseph had had to delegate when emergency called him abroad.
He heard a movement from somewhere on the same floor. Ever the paranoiac, an image crossed Michael’s mind of Joseph setting him up, luring him here…...
#violence
#narrative
#ShortStory #prose
#ShortStory #prose
156 reads
1 Comment
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 4:24am
13th Sep 2024 4:24am
Backstage Episode 2
New episode
#narrative
158 reads
13 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
Redneck Hillbilly _ with "Adagio"
We had love and a repossessed single-wide trailer on top of a molehill, formerly a landfill, with wall-to-wall linoleum and a communal outhouse. Our septic tank was boiling over as if ready to roll over where Grandpa was planted in the okra patch. His life revolved around three things, getting food on the table, working and getting drunk. One of his famous sayings was “A fella who ain’t got a job and can’t take care of himself can just go to hell for all I care.”
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
#collaboration
#funny
#narrative
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2 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
Redneck Hillbilly _ with "Adagio"
We had love and a repossessed single-wide trailer on top of a molehill, formerly a landfill, with wall-to-wall linoleum and a communal outhouse. Our septic tank was boiling over as if ready to roll over where Grandpa was planted in the okra patch. His life revolved around three things, getting food on the table, working and getting drunk. One of his famous sayings was “A fella who ain’t got a job and can’t take care of himself can just go to hell for all I care.”
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
#collaboration
#funny
#narrative
133 reads
2 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
30th Aug 2024 8:53pm
Redneck Hillbilly _ with "Adagio"
We had love and a repossessed single-wide trailer on top of a molehill, formerly a landfill, with wall-to-wall linoleum and a communal outhouse. Our septic tank was boiling over as if ready to roll over where Grandpa was planted in the okra patch. His life revolved around three things, getting food on the table, working and getting drunk. One of his famous sayings was “A fella who ain’t got a job and can’t take care of himself can just go to hell for all I care.”
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
#collaboration
#funny
#narrative
133 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Jan 2018 9:30pm
17th Jan 2018 9:30pm
Mr. Peek-a-Boo Eyes and Ms. Heartache
Mr. Peek-a-Boo Eyes and Ms. Heartache
Rosie and I are a strapping young lass and lad, fresh out of the madhouse. Our compass points true north but leads us to icebergs. We need a navigator to take our marital rudder. Our quest takes us to a group therapy center for the poor in our home of New Orleans.
The leader, whose group we are assigned to, is absent that day. In her place is a raven-haired priestess whose dark and smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high. Her name is Amber. I instantly trust her.
On our first day, I decided to tease...
Rosie and I are a strapping young lass and lad, fresh out of the madhouse. Our compass points true north but leads us to icebergs. We need a navigator to take our marital rudder. Our quest takes us to a group therapy center for the poor in our home of New Orleans.
The leader, whose group we are assigned to, is absent that day. In her place is a raven-haired priestess whose dark and smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high. Her name is Amber. I instantly trust her.
On our first day, I decided to tease...
#narrative
#prose
721 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Jan 2018 9:30pm
17th Jan 2018 9:30pm
Mr. Peek-a-Boo Eyes and Ms. Heartache
Mr. Peek-a-Boo Eyes and Ms. Heartache
Rosie and I are a strapping young lass and lad, fresh out of the madhouse. Our compass points true north but leads us to icebergs. We need a navigator to take our marital rudder. Our quest takes us to a group therapy center for the poor in our home of New Orleans.
The leader, whose group we are assigned to, is absent that day. In her place is a raven-haired priestess whose dark and smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high. Her name is Amber. I instantly trust her.
On our first day, I decided to tease...
Rosie and I are a strapping young lass and lad, fresh out of the madhouse. Our compass points true north but leads us to icebergs. We need a navigator to take our marital rudder. Our quest takes us to a group therapy center for the poor in our home of New Orleans.
The leader, whose group we are assigned to, is absent that day. In her place is a raven-haired priestess whose dark and smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high. Her name is Amber. I instantly trust her.
On our first day, I decided to tease...
#narrative
#prose
721 reads
4 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2017 6:59am
22nd Oct 2017 6:59am
Alice In Wonderland (Contemporary Take)
I feel down the rabbit hole and
You were right there with me.
I did not care to know which hand
To follow. To our left where I see
Darkness or to the right where
There is just enough light to
See fields of flowers. I swear
I saw that flicker or hope in you
And your smile, but you become
Just as sneaky as the Cheshire Cat.
We can be as small as every crumb.
Maybe we can go back up to be flat
Or nothing at all. Maybe we should
Look through the looking glass
To see what is either bad or good
On the other side. We used to...
You were right there with me.
I did not care to know which hand
To follow. To our left where I see
Darkness or to the right where
There is just enough light to
See fields of flowers. I swear
I saw that flicker or hope in you
And your smile, but you become
Just as sneaky as the Cheshire Cat.
We can be as small as every crumb.
Maybe we can go back up to be flat
Or nothing at all. Maybe we should
Look through the looking glass
To see what is either bad or good
On the other side. We used to...
#narrative
659 reads
5 Comments
darkburden
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
26th Oct 2024 4:08am
Distraction
She is, the kind of distraction,
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
I didn’t know I needed,
I… Follow her… Everywhere… Now;
Bet she tastes good,
She has too,
I would be SO disappointed now,
If she didn’t,
and would need yet,
Another, how shall we say it,
Distraction,
From my work,
That which I was born into this world
…To do…
#dark
#fate
#gothic
#narrative
#obsession
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