Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 2:23pm
4th Oct 2018 2:23pm
the fallen
THE FALLEN (CHAPTER ONE)
I used to believe. I used to be a man of Faith. I saw miracles that defied logic. I knew there was a God and enjoyed such wonders. I am not sure how I got from there to here. Perhaps you can work it out as I tell you our story.
We are the company of "the fallen", that is what we call ourselves. We are the super heroes in this part of the world, and yes that part is our fantasy. You out there in reality may not understand us, but that does not matter to us anyway, as we live our own ways, and with the chaos in your reality it has become ever easier to do so. ...
I used to believe. I used to be a man of Faith. I saw miracles that defied logic. I knew there was a God and enjoyed such wonders. I am not sure how I got from there to here. Perhaps you can work it out as I tell you our story.
We are the company of "the fallen", that is what we call ourselves. We are the super heroes in this part of the world, and yes that part is our fantasy. You out there in reality may not understand us, but that does not matter to us anyway, as we live our own ways, and with the chaos in your reality it has become ever easier to do so. ...
#love
#humankind
#mythology #philosophical
#mythology #philosophical
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Catman555
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 12:36pm
4th Oct 2018 12:36pm
Mother (part 3)
I woke sweating, panic attack and tears rolling. It was only a nightmare. Just a silly fucking nightmare.
"Viggo! I made breakfast for you in bed!" My mum called.
"Ok" I said with a relieved tone.
I got out of bed, opened the curtain and opened the window. Beautiful, clear summer morning skies; it was winter in the nightmare. I inhaled the fresh air blown in by a breeze. Knock knock, my mum arrived with the breakfast. I got into bed.
"come in, mum" I said happily.
She opened the door. Then, my face turned in horror with confusion when I...
"Viggo! I made breakfast for you in bed!" My mum called.
"Ok" I said with a relieved tone.
I got out of bed, opened the curtain and opened the window. Beautiful, clear summer morning skies; it was winter in the nightmare. I inhaled the fresh air blown in by a breeze. Knock knock, my mum arrived with the breakfast. I got into bed.
"come in, mum" I said happily.
She opened the door. Then, my face turned in horror with confusion when I...
#scary
#nightmares
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ojhoff
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 8:30am
4th Oct 2018 8:30am
I thought this was a game
Note: the events of this narrative took place on a computer screen and in the Theater of the Mind.
Before I got a computer, I had no life. I can forgive myself for not knowing the basics of human interaction. When I was past forty I got a second hand black and white Toshiba laptop. I went from email to message boards to chat rooms. I found people who spoke my native tongue, the language in which I am most fluent, at which I excel: text. The written word. And then one day years later I had scaled the high...
Before I got a computer, I had no life. I can forgive myself for not knowing the basics of human interaction. When I was past forty I got a second hand black and white Toshiba laptop. I went from email to message boards to chat rooms. I found people who spoke my native tongue, the language in which I am most fluent, at which I excel: text. The written word. And then one day years later I had scaled the high...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#conflict
#escape
#disappointment
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adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 5:47pm
3rd Oct 2018 5:47pm
together
EPISODE 60 TOGETHER (THE ENDING WE ALL WANT)
All the best films we know that Good wins in the end, and the guy gets his girl. I know these days there are films that explore pain, with bitter twisted endings, and horror stories for those people who seem to enjoy blood soaked visuals played before their eyes (and do not get me on the kind of Games that young people now play full of death). But I still want to stick my neck out there and say that the happy endings when evil meets its demise, and the hero gets the rewards does something for our soul that no horror film can.
I am...
All the best films we know that Good wins in the end, and the guy gets his girl. I know these days there are films that explore pain, with bitter twisted endings, and horror stories for those people who seem to enjoy blood soaked visuals played before their eyes (and do not get me on the kind of Games that young people now play full of death). But I still want to stick my neck out there and say that the happy endings when evil meets its demise, and the hero gets the rewards does something for our soul that no horror film can.
I am...
#love
#hope
#secrets
#despair
#hypocrisy
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Catman555
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 2:00pm
3rd Oct 2018 2:00pm
Mother (part 2)
After school; after getting to used to it, I went to the sweetshop. I saw a news headline by the convenient shop and it reads: GIRL, 11 KIDNAPPED LAST NIGHT IN TOWN. I suddenly remembered the middled aged woman that stopped by last night when I was out. Could she be the one that did it? Or could it be a coincidence? Then again, I was surprised that she never said anything about coming in her car for a lift or giving me anything to entise me to her.
When I got home, my mum was holding the newspaper and told me that I'm not allowed to got out tonight. I don't even want to after the...
When I got home, my mum was holding the newspaper and told me that I'm not allowed to got out tonight. I don't even want to after the...
#scary
#nightmares
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Catman555
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 10:39am
3rd Oct 2018 10:39am
The Unknown Experiment (part 2)
December 14th 2016
Ten years since I've last visited this place. It is a very cold day in this town, overcast dark cloud and snow. It certainly is a very cold day to go out and take a nice, nostalgic tour. Not the same as I remembered.
I have left the mechanics job in 1993; the airport was then closed. Nobody knew why, it was the only thing that puzzled everyone's minds at the time. Many assumed (including the staff) that it must have been an expired contract. The airport had only been active for eight years, surely it couldn't have expired that fast. There was no...
Ten years since I've last visited this place. It is a very cold day in this town, overcast dark cloud and snow. It certainly is a very cold day to go out and take a nice, nostalgic tour. Not the same as I remembered.
I have left the mechanics job in 1993; the airport was then closed. Nobody knew why, it was the only thing that puzzled everyone's minds at the time. Many assumed (including the staff) that it must have been an expired contract. The airport had only been active for eight years, surely it couldn't have expired that fast. There was no...
#scary
#monsters
#nostalgia
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Catman555
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 10:09pm
2nd Oct 2018 10:09pm
Mother (part 1)
I was out walking in the outskirts of a town we moved into at the time. I was heading to the most forested area. I thought that I would go out and enjoy the full moon, patches of mist hover the fields; it was such a very nice atmosphere. I was only twelve years old and my mum was ok with that, but she advised me to be very careful. Not so much as I might get lost (since I can easily find my way back); mainly of the kind of people that can come across as pleasant. The most sensible advice every mother gives to their child.
As I arrived at the cluster of trees, the brightest...
As I arrived at the cluster of trees, the brightest...
#scary
#nightmares
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Catman555
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 6:43pm
2nd Oct 2018 6:43pm
The Unknown Experiment (part 1)
December 12th 2006
I was exploring alone in the old abandoned airfield, its runways covered in now dry grass on a very nice, frosty afternoon, the best time to be out and see its glow before it gently sets to give way to darkness; followed by hazy cluster of clouds. The most loveliest part of day ever in this time of the year.
An old, empty aerodrome now. All I observe is a large graveyard of wreckage, the designs of aircraft from the 1970s to the 1990s. Now sent to rot after they have been flown, they're shoved close the trees and bushes where it used be an empty...
I was exploring alone in the old abandoned airfield, its runways covered in now dry grass on a very nice, frosty afternoon, the best time to be out and see its glow before it gently sets to give way to darkness; followed by hazy cluster of clouds. The most loveliest part of day ever in this time of the year.
An old, empty aerodrome now. All I observe is a large graveyard of wreckage, the designs of aircraft from the 1970s to the 1990s. Now sent to rot after they have been flown, they're shoved close the trees and bushes where it used be an empty...
#scary
#monsters
#nostalgia
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Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 6:08pm
2nd Oct 2018 6:08pm
All things Magical A Dup Halloween Part 3, 2018
Todsky, arrived 10 minutes ahead of the curve and on the back of RyGold, his pet dragon and best buddy. Zazz loves RyGold, she greeted him by giving him a long and hard scratch behind his massive head, then gave him a couple of Scooby snacks, ( Dragon biscuits ) Zazz always kept tricks & teats inside her satchel for such an occasion. Though a wild-witch, Zazzles has a heart of gold and truly loves all creatures from the magical world. RyGold is one of her favorite Dragons."He gladly snatched up his treats and thanked Zazzles by nuzzling her neck as gently as possible. About 2 minutes...
#fiction
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AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 4:47pm
2nd Oct 2018 4:47pm
Camp Fire Story (4)
The heavens opened wide and haloed the sun as it shone into the room.
Grace had been up for a while, she stirred the tea leaves, took the booklet of proclaimed spells. "Tea leaf tell, awaken the spell, I Grace Of Ydriad , Ask of you KIndred One protect me" The steam of the brew was so strong , with nausea she returned to the kitchen.
The servants had gone to do their duties, left over bread cakes, scones heavy with syrup and Blue berried pancakes met her eyes. She crumbled a bread cake. Her daughters ran into the kitchen stuffing themselves...
Grace had been up for a while, she stirred the tea leaves, took the booklet of proclaimed spells. "Tea leaf tell, awaken the spell, I Grace Of Ydriad , Ask of you KIndred One protect me" The steam of the brew was so strong , with nausea she returned to the kitchen.
The servants had gone to do their duties, left over bread cakes, scones heavy with syrup and Blue berried pancakes met her eyes. She crumbled a bread cake. Her daughters ran into the kitchen stuffing themselves...
#spiritual
#magic
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6 Comments
Murk
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 12:12pm
2nd Oct 2018 12:12pm
Broken Toy Man (PT2)
I see my reflection in the window seal
where I sit and collect dust
my once big bright round eyes show water stains
and that smile is now just a smirk of a toy who no longer feels he is enough
I've battled with questions unanswered, craving so much more
to once again feel that feeling she felt for me that day in the store
but instead I set and watch her admire other toys that are nothing like me
and other times she looked at me like she didn’t even like me
but today was different, I saw reflection in her gaze
something I just now...
where I sit and collect dust
my once big bright round eyes show water stains
and that smile is now just a smirk of a toy who no longer feels he is enough
I've battled with questions unanswered, craving so much more
to once again feel that feeling she felt for me that day in the store
but instead I set and watch her admire other toys that are nothing like me
and other times she looked at me like she didn’t even like me
but today was different, I saw reflection in her gaze
something I just now...
#happiness
#love
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#ForbiddenLove
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 7:04am
1st Oct 2018 7:04am
Chronic
I’m sitting over here
And there you are
Flicking off brain cells
Like ants
Right before
Before the next post…
Knowing this is just what I do
As a filler (for now)
But that doesn’t stop you
From smoke bombing
The economy of my writing
That keeps us alive
For a little while longer
Yet I found myself
Waiting for this cloud
Of anger
To ease up
And I’d even ask you
To stop
Leaning back
(On your brilliant insights)
If only, you weren’t busy
Foraging
(Like some devout worker caste) ...
And there you are
Flicking off brain cells
Like ants
Right before
Before the next post…
Knowing this is just what I do
As a filler (for now)
But that doesn’t stop you
From smoke bombing
The economy of my writing
That keeps us alive
For a little while longer
Yet I found myself
Waiting for this cloud
Of anger
To ease up
And I’d even ask you
To stop
Leaning back
(On your brilliant insights)
If only, you weren’t busy
Foraging
(Like some devout worker caste) ...
#women
#lesbian
#sex
#marijuana
#parody
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