Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
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Moon hasn’t slept for days
Moon hasn’t slept for days
Sun looks over at him and says what are you
Doing
It’s my turn you have to sleep
Moon is salty as a sailor says
I’ll stand and stare at the sun
Have craters you have sun spots
I’m a little satellite you are the Sun around me
Get up early moon isn’t watching me make
breakfast
I haven’t slept for days all I do is think about you
Sleeping awake on a 5 stack with syrup
And some toast and jam
You’re getting ready to be the Sun...
Sun looks over at him and says what are you
Doing
It’s my turn you have to sleep
Moon is salty as a sailor says
I’ll stand and stare at the sun
Have craters you have sun spots
I’m a little satellite you are the Sun around me
Get up early moon isn’t watching me make
breakfast
I haven’t slept for days all I do is think about you
Sleeping awake on a 5 stack with syrup
And some toast and jam
You’re getting ready to be the Sun...
#earth
#moon
#sun #universe
#sun #universe
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The Call of the Dhampir
Adorjan
Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we were sired
from. Vampire or the living immortals.
Normally you would hear that they hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.
That is not who they are. We are the offspring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when there is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.
Our appetites are as...
Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we were sired
from. Vampire or the living immortals.
Normally you would hear that they hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.
That is not who they are. We are the offspring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when there is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.
Our appetites are as...
#vampires
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Secrets - Back To Lancashire (1)
Let me explain, Craig. It's a mess.
Where do I begin? At the present time, I suppose. I started making notes this summer, hoping to regain a clearer picture of what actually took place on Whaley Hill. A therapeutic quest of sorts, especially after my marriage fell apart.
But I'm still searching for answers.
Nine years have passed since Macarthur attacked me with the crowbar during the storm.
But was it him?
According to the police, yes. He planned it while still in prison and he acted alone.
I can just about accept that...
Where do I begin? At the present time, I suppose. I started making notes this summer, hoping to regain a clearer picture of what actually took place on Whaley Hill. A therapeutic quest of sorts, especially after my marriage fell apart.
But I'm still searching for answers.
Nine years have passed since Macarthur attacked me with the crowbar during the storm.
But was it him?
According to the police, yes. He planned it while still in prison and he acted alone.
I can just about accept that...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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The Captain
Waves continued to make the ship sway
I remembered her face
Her smile that shines like stars
Hair that matched the sun
My voyage had just begun
“I’ll see you someday “
Or at least that’s what I said
Without actually knowing
If that day will come
Will I make it home
Or will I die alone
Out at sea
Without ever meeting my baby?
Another day,
Another wave
I’m going to make it
My love, I hope you can wait
Until the day
I can finally stay
I remembered her face
Her smile that shines like stars
Hair that matched the sun
My voyage had just begun
“I’ll see you someday “
Or at least that’s what I said
Without actually knowing
If that day will come
Will I make it home
Or will I die alone
Out at sea
Without ever meeting my baby?
Another day,
Another wave
I’m going to make it
My love, I hope you can wait
Until the day
I can finally stay
#LongDistanceRelationship
#sea
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Brick and Mortar
Houses are of brick and mortar. If there's evil, it's in someone's heart. I don't remember who said that, but it mostly holds true. I say mostly because sometimes the evil in someone's heart can leach into the brick-and-mortar. The house on Cromwell Row was like that. It was one of five uniform constructions backing onto farmer's fields, the opposite of what you would imagine when given the prompt "haunted house". There were no gables, no accidents of architecture turning upper windows into eyes, and it was only one floor, a bungalow, just like its mates.
My husband and I...
My husband and I...
#fiction
#ghosts
#horror #ShortStory
#horror #ShortStory
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Nobody Knows - The Creator of Our Own Demise
I. The Cleaner
The guy meticulously mops the cultured marble floor in a Vegas hotel lobby at 5 AM. Nobody knows he’s studying medicine at Harvard. The general manager watches every second the cleaner stands motionless, staring at his phone. The man with two minds types a reply with his thumbs to his long-distance girlfriend, reminding her that he's busy preparing for clinical exams, unable to engage in her emotional fallacies with phallicism.
II. Data Entry [escapist]
On the other side of the world, the hotel cleaner’s...
The guy meticulously mops the cultured marble floor in a Vegas hotel lobby at 5 AM. Nobody knows he’s studying medicine at Harvard. The general manager watches every second the cleaner stands motionless, staring at his phone. The man with two minds types a reply with his thumbs to his long-distance girlfriend, reminding her that he's busy preparing for clinical exams, unable to engage in her emotional fallacies with phallicism.
II. Data Entry [escapist]
On the other side of the world, the hotel cleaner’s...
#love
#scifi
#sex #technology
#sex #technology
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Secret Mexican lover
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#sex
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Secrets - Confrontation (2)
A fresh downpour has started. I make my way down the hill, stopping when I hear footsteps. Nothing. I continue on through the icy wind to the clearing where I've parked my car. The dog's barking gets louder in the distance. Nearby, more branches snap. Silence again. The white van is still parked a few yards from my car.
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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The Wolfman
The beast he hides within
Would make me cringe
In fear and worry
Even when his tastes are a bit gory
I still find myself longing
And wanting
For his heart to belong to me
Enslaved by the moon
He drops down to his knees
The fullness turns him
To a creature that only sees red
I always dreaded
That look in his eyes
It was like a beast took a hold
Of his soul
With no goal
Except, to fight
what he believes is right
Leaving a trail of misfortune in his wake
When the sun comes up
He realized...
Would make me cringe
In fear and worry
Even when his tastes are a bit gory
I still find myself longing
And wanting
For his heart to belong to me
Enslaved by the moon
He drops down to his knees
The fullness turns him
To a creature that only sees red
I always dreaded
That look in his eyes
It was like a beast took a hold
Of his soul
With no goal
Except, to fight
what he believes is right
Leaving a trail of misfortune in his wake
When the sun comes up
He realized...
#werewolves
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The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
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Shhh...Silence
The Hoia Forest, known as the Bermuda Triangle of Romania, a source of every eerie, unusual activity. Trees grew with strange shapes, twisting and wriggling into the most strange forms, morphed and bent in peculiar ways, together creating a pine green canopy covering the soil with a thick blanket of merged foliage, casting shadows over the atmosphere. The swirling fog throughout the woods made it even harder to see the darkness lurking around.
Locals warned of the danger taking root in there. Many hikers, adventurers and even idiotic paranormal enthusiasts—such as myself—who find...
Locals warned of the danger taking root in there. Many hikers, adventurers and even idiotic paranormal enthusiasts—such as myself—who find...
#dark
#fear
#scary
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