Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Panter896
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:18pm
27th Nov 2024 8:18pm
Escapades of a Lyft driver
#crush
#erotic
#lust
#sensual
#sex
55 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 10:02am
27th Nov 2024 10:02am
He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not: Home
"Fine, go ahead," he says, shaking as he unzips his pants. She reveals what she has always wanted to reveal, sucked what she always wanted to suck.
Until he whimpers and cries out in fear. Whimpering and whimpering, in pain from the memories of abuse. Alia immediately stops, realizing their same pain of being used as dolls for other's entertainment. She touches his cheek and kisses his forehead.
She has no idea if he feels the same way about her, but she's just glad for a moment she could be his safe haven. Safe place to call home.
Until he whimpers and cries out in fear. Whimpering and whimpering, in pain from the memories of abuse. Alia immediately stops, realizing their same pain of being used as dolls for other's entertainment. She touches his cheek and kisses his forehead.
She has no idea if he feels the same way about her, but she's just glad for a moment she could be his safe haven. Safe place to call home.
#ForbiddenLove
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 9:23am
26th Nov 2024 9:23am
Silent - The Dark
Bring back some chocolate anyway. Yes, and some red. If you're having a drink, so am I.'
'Sure.' I give Mel a mock salute and leave, taking the lift down to the ground floor. When I step into the entrance hall, the same creepy silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling. I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens. Odd. For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up...
'Sure.' I give Mel a mock salute and leave, taking the lift down to the ground floor. When I step into the entrance hall, the same creepy silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling. I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens. Odd. For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
75 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
#Africa
#love
#marriage
#sensual
#son
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Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 5:54pm
25th Nov 2024 5:54pm
Surprise!
#confessional
#dirty
#family
#orgasm
#sex
108 reads
2 Comments
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
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gracemarie
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:22am
25th Nov 2024 6:22am
Powerful Love
The man she loved made stupid mistakes
And was locked away for fifteen years
A few days after his arrest
she fell ill and had pain in her chest
The doctor said she only had a few months left
But she refused to die
before she could look into the eyes
of the man she loves
hold him close and say goodbye
For fifteen years she fought
Determined to not die
Her love was so powerful
it's what kept her alive
Finally the day had come
The one she was fighting for
She ran into his arms
the moment he walked in the...
And was locked away for fifteen years
A few days after his arrest
she fell ill and had pain in her chest
The doctor said she only had a few months left
But she refused to die
before she could look into the eyes
of the man she loves
hold him close and say goodbye
For fifteen years she fought
Determined to not die
Her love was so powerful
it's what kept her alive
Finally the day had come
The one she was fighting for
She ran into his arms
the moment he walked in the...
#death
#grief
#heartbroken
#love
#romantic
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:47pm
24th Nov 2024 6:47pm
Klingon Legends: The Clans of the Damned
- Klingon Legends: The Clans of the Damned -
(Inspired by stories found in the book “Let's Trek: The Budget Traveller's Guide to Klingon Worlds”.)
This is a rather dark story, which was hidden deep within a historical knowledge database of a highly respected university on the Klingon home world of Kronos. The author's name was stricken off records.
Upon one of the more remote planets of the Klingon Empire, there was a clan known for their strange and mysterious behavior. No one can be said to be truly familiar with their origins, but it is known that those...
(Inspired by stories found in the book “Let's Trek: The Budget Traveller's Guide to Klingon Worlds”.)
This is a rather dark story, which was hidden deep within a historical knowledge database of a highly respected university on the Klingon home world of Kronos. The author's name was stricken off records.
Upon one of the more remote planets of the Klingon Empire, there was a clan known for their strange and mysterious behavior. No one can be said to be truly familiar with their origins, but it is known that those...
#aliens
#dark
#historical
#horror
#scifi
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:21am
23rd Nov 2024 11:21am
Secrets - Longing
Okay,' I say, rummaging through the postbox. 'We'll take the lift.'
We step out of the lip, onto the top floor and head right, to my flat. I attempt to open my door. Locked. Strange. I try again. The door opens. I must have left it unlocked earlier. Very odd. I locked it before I drove off to see Gordon Day in Burrington – didn't I?
Or, maybe, I didn't. I was upset earlier, right? About the visit to your parents. I left in a hurry, to see Gordon. I must have forgotten. I won't do that again.
I prepare a shepherd's pie in my flat and cart it over to Mel's...
We step out of the lip, onto the top floor and head right, to my flat. I attempt to open my door. Locked. Strange. I try again. The door opens. I must have left it unlocked earlier. Very odd. I locked it before I drove off to see Gordon Day in Burrington – didn't I?
Or, maybe, I didn't. I was upset earlier, right? About the visit to your parents. I left in a hurry, to see Gordon. I must have forgotten. I won't do that again.
I prepare a shepherd's pie in my flat and cart it over to Mel's...
#family
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 9:31am
20th Nov 2024 9:31am
Secrets - The Drive Home
It's still early. We could go to see a film. What do you think?'
'I want to go home.'
'And you're sure about that?'
No answer.
'Okay, but say if you change your mind,' I say. I get into the car. 'We can go anywhere or do anything you like.' I reach over to help fasten his seatbelt, but he tenses, so I back off.
Poor kid. He must be hurting so much. Robert acts as if his mother never existed, refusing to talk about her at all. I don't blame him, really, although the extreme reaction concerns me. Like what do we do about...
'I want to go home.'
'And you're sure about that?'
No answer.
'Okay, but say if you change your mind,' I say. I get into the car. 'We can go anywhere or do anything you like.' I reach over to help fasten his seatbelt, but he tenses, so I back off.
Poor kid. He must be hurting so much. Robert acts as if his mother never existed, refusing to talk about her at all. I don't blame him, really, although the extreme reaction concerns me. Like what do we do about...
#family
#mystery
#relationships #risk
#relationships #risk
62 reads
2 Comments
RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)
Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
#dark
#death
#evil #shadows
#evil #shadows
84 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 10:50pm
17th Nov 2024 10:50pm
Entering Mortal Kombat
Alia Lynch,
the girl with murderous rage
so dangerous
it could wipe out the world.
The murderous rage
gives her the energy
and the strength
to destroy
all the abusers
in the realm
she created
in her mind.
Their fate becoming
a vegetable forever,
a symbol of
what her fate
would have been
had she stopped
believing in her voice.
the girl with murderous rage
so dangerous
it could wipe out the world.
The murderous rage
gives her the energy
and the strength
to destroy
all the abusers
in the realm
she created
in her mind.
Their fate becoming
a vegetable forever,
a symbol of
what her fate
would have been
had she stopped
believing in her voice.
#courage
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
