Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
This category is for fictional prose. These are original short stories or chapters from books and novels. The prose in this section covers all genres and subjects. Fiction based prose allows writers to post fantasy stories which are not written in verse, providing an outlet for free flowing thoughts and ideas, outside of poetic structure.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:42am
Yesterday 2:42am
Barista Guy & The Forgotten Coffee
Barista Guy & The Forgotten Coffee
“It slipped my mind,” says John.
His lady boss says, “He forgot your coffee and was petulant for your refill. Such impolite behavior deserves recompense. John, go in the coffee room and drop your pants.”
“Athletic supporter too, boss?”
“Yes, you know the drill.”
His eyes are like a deer caught in headlights. He clears his throat, “Ummah, will do boss.”
The boss says, “Ma’am, you may use your hand on his fanny.”
Sarah, the neglected patron, replies, “Sir, you testosterone poisoned men have...
“It slipped my mind,” says John.
His lady boss says, “He forgot your coffee and was petulant for your refill. Such impolite behavior deserves recompense. John, go in the coffee room and drop your pants.”
“Athletic supporter too, boss?”
“Yes, you know the drill.”
His eyes are like a deer caught in headlights. He clears his throat, “Ummah, will do boss.”
The boss says, “Ma’am, you may use your hand on his fanny.”
Sarah, the neglected patron, replies, “Sir, you testosterone poisoned men have...
#romantic
#erotic
#BDSM
#MentalHealth
#healing
13 reads
2 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 1:45am
19th Jun 2021 1:45am
The Catch
I remember being introduced to this thing on our way back from fishing at Lake Ganonoque in Spring. Her debate took form in complimenting her perfect partnering with someone as stable as I. Growing a family was her need, you can see how she hooked me, saw no issue, though it all threw me still wanting to stay silent; my own parents knew nothing of my shifting sexuality. They soon found out, I came out, we sought donors quickly all because of her maternal instinct.
There was no suspecting when she was expecting the implications that manifest were beyond our medical understanding....
There was no suspecting when she was expecting the implications that manifest were beyond our medical understanding....
#love
#relationships
#conflict #family
#conflict #family
15 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 11:15pm
16th Jun 2021 11:15pm
A Touch Of Crimson, Part 2
My supper finished, I set down at a small desk and started to write:
"Some times at night when the fog is misty, and the whiskey fresh from the still. One can hear a whoop and a holler, making one's hair stand straight up. Not all births in the Highlands are human. That's the way it is. Some are born a ghost straight from the womb to pay a visit."
Later that night I heard the silence creeping. Creeping outside my window. There on the back lawn, the dwarf was digging a hole in the light of a lantern. Soon he dragged what appeared to be a coffin. "Time to sleep, my...
"Some times at night when the fog is misty, and the whiskey fresh from the still. One can hear a whoop and a holler, making one's hair stand straight up. Not all births in the Highlands are human. That's the way it is. Some are born a ghost straight from the womb to pay a visit."
Later that night I heard the silence creeping. Creeping outside my window. There on the back lawn, the dwarf was digging a hole in the light of a lantern. Soon he dragged what appeared to be a coffin. "Time to sleep, my...
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
28 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 2:37pm
16th Jun 2021 2:37pm
Ferreting Ghosts
#dark
#erotic
#ghosts
28 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
16th Jun 2021 12:54pm
16th Jun 2021 12:54pm
An Owl, A Key, And A Portal Up A Tree
Since i'd seen Narnia, viewed within a small box
I'd convinced myself it was real
And desired to one day venture
Into this wild, and wonderful place
I spent my youth, venturing into wardrobes
But to no avail, and oft
Evicted from a host of furniture shops
Their owners viewing me with disdain
Or considered me slightly insane
But i was on a quest
And therefore, wouldst do my best
Then one curious day
A very old small ancient looking key
Mysteriously came into my possession
I was convinced it was related to my quest
But ...
I'd convinced myself it was real
And desired to one day venture
Into this wild, and wonderful place
I spent my youth, venturing into wardrobes
But to no avail, and oft
Evicted from a host of furniture shops
Their owners viewing me with disdain
Or considered me slightly insane
But i was on a quest
And therefore, wouldst do my best
Then one curious day
A very old small ancient looking key
Mysteriously came into my possession
I was convinced it was related to my quest
But ...
#dreams
#funny
#magic
14 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 2:40pm
15th Jun 2021 2:40pm
A Touch Of Crimson, Part 1
The house was imposing behind a wrought iron fence and ivy. Made of stone and wood on a cul-de-sac dating to the early 19th century. Now boarded up as if the house was sleeping. I could almost hear the weeping from inside The gabled windows above, looked down as if eyes watching. Three steps up, three steps down.
Churning of the wind like a tempest at my back. Placing my satchel down, I gave three taps with the brass knocker. The door opened, with a shadow of pale, like a fiddlestick screeching on a wooden violin.
Looking down at a dwarf dressed as a hermit, covered in...
Churning of the wind like a tempest at my back. Placing my satchel down, I gave three taps with the brass knocker. The door opened, with a shadow of pale, like a fiddlestick screeching on a wooden violin.
Looking down at a dwarf dressed as a hermit, covered in...
#dark
#gothic
38 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 3:07pm
13th Jun 2021 3:07pm
Time
Soon you may talk to those who have passed through the gates of time. Soon you may seek their advice. Be thankful that you have someone to talk to. It's a matter of your interpretation.
Janice Joplin had recently visited me in my dreams. But that is for another story.
Speaking with the dead since my youth. Finally confessing to my mom that Toulouse Lautrec was a strange person. "Mom! He kept asking me the time and winding up his watch."
"Have you been sniffing the Butane again? You promised me that you would stop it."
Janice Joplin had recently visited me in my dreams. But that is for another story.
Speaking with the dead since my youth. Finally confessing to my mom that Toulouse Lautrec was a strange person. "Mom! He kept asking me the time and winding up his watch."
"Have you been sniffing the Butane again? You promised me that you would stop it."
#dark
27 reads
4 Comments
poem_erotic
free as air
free as air
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:49am
11th Jun 2021 10:49am
OVER THE RED LINE TWO;THE MEETING:PART 1
#love
#sex
#fiction
#sensual
#passion
41 reads
0 Comments
poem_erotic
free as air
free as air
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:30am
11th Jun 2021 10:30am
OVER THE RED LINE TWO;THE MEETING
#love
#sex
#fiction
#sensual
#passion
25 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 6:56am
11th Jun 2021 6:56am
Coffee Shop Geisha
Coffee Shop Geisha
“Thanks for the bagel. Could you please get me an extra slice of butter? I need three butters with my bagel.”
“If you must.” She sashays back to the kitchen with an extra swagger from frustration. Upon return, her voice is piquant from barely hidden excitement. “Can I help you anymore?”
“If it isn’t too much trouble please get me some blackberry jam. My bagel could use some sweetness.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.” She struts like a soldier off to war and retrieves the jam. “Here, you know I wouldn’t have complied with your...
“Thanks for the bagel. Could you please get me an extra slice of butter? I need three butters with my bagel.”
“If you must.” She sashays back to the kitchen with an extra swagger from frustration. Upon return, her voice is piquant from barely hidden excitement. “Can I help you anymore?”
“If it isn’t too much trouble please get me some blackberry jam. My bagel could use some sweetness.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.” She struts like a soldier off to war and retrieves the jam. “Here, you know I wouldn’t have complied with your...
#women
#BDSM
#coffee
#crush
#sexy
26 reads
2 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 2:52pm
10th Jun 2021 2:52pm
The Followers of the Wad
a parody of cosmic horror
The terror was unaccountable, and I should know, I'm an accountant. When I came down to Essex, I didn't foresee the grim spectres that would assail me, not the least of which was a dishevelled chap in the Clacton McDonald's, screaming that he just wanted his chicken nuggets and didn't know anything about a needle in the toilet bowl. Poor mad soul, I thought, and offered to find him sanctuary at a local church or charity hostel. He spat at and called me a "right nonce," which I took to be a dialectic way of affirming gratitude. At that point, however, he...
The terror was unaccountable, and I should know, I'm an accountant. When I came down to Essex, I didn't foresee the grim spectres that would assail me, not the least of which was a dishevelled chap in the Clacton McDonald's, screaming that he just wanted his chicken nuggets and didn't know anything about a needle in the toilet bowl. Poor mad soul, I thought, and offered to find him sanctuary at a local church or charity hostel. He spat at and called me a "right nonce," which I took to be a dialectic way of affirming gratitude. At that point, however, he...
#evil
#parody
29 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 1:59pm
10th Jun 2021 1:59pm
Drusilla
I am moved by the coming of the new day sun and howling winds accommodating my sinister wiles. Sensual fanfares my wayfaring ways. Raising my brow of long whiles ago past my passing breath, and composing pen. As in spirit, I am now cast in pales of gray, romancing my lovely Drusilla as she dances beneath the chandeliers and dust motes falling, to silent harps and violins. Open position with a shadow and smile with jealousy wishing I thrived alive and kisses for my lovely Drusilla. At the light of dawn peeking in tattered drapes of our dancing of years ago past. Her curtsies into shadows...
#dark
#gothic
39 reads
10 Comments
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