Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
We’ll Always Have Spanish Harlem
We’ll Always Have Spanish Harlem
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as...
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as...
#love
#romantic
#funny
#sensual
#crush
55 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
Blended Souls
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
#politics
#revenge
#passion
63 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 4:50am
24th Jun 2020 4:50am
Holly the Uber Driver – Dream Story
Holly the Uber Driver
Holly my hairstylist becomes an uber driver to make extra cash while her studio is closed due to the virus.
One day she is driving me around town. I ask her, “Can you drive me without a destination just to get out of the house?”
She grins and giggles, “No, because I’m so gorgeous and sexy you might read the special favor as flirting and get a crush...
Holly my hairstylist becomes an uber driver to make extra cash while her studio is closed due to the virus.
One day she is driving me around town. I ask her, “Can you drive me without a destination just to get out of the house?”
She grins and giggles, “No, because I’m so gorgeous and sexy you might read the special favor as flirting and get a crush...
#beauty
#city
#crush #sexy
#crush #sexy
43 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 8:51pm
23rd Jun 2020 8:51pm
Panic Attack On The Underground
She rang off. Dazed, she took the escalator down and found the platform teeming with people. The train came. She got on. The carriage was filling up.
There’s something your stinking rich rellies haven’t told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop....
There’s something your stinking rich rellies haven’t told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop....
#anxiety
#mystery
#risk
43 reads
10 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
Ring of Centuries Inn
Ring of Centuries Inn
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
#marriage
#romantic
#dreams
#rebirth
#sensual
37 reads
3 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 5:36am
23rd Jun 2020 5:36am
The Mouse at 900 Bernard St.
The mouse,
Is but a simple creature, hoping to find his next meal,
Or perhaps a mate, sometimes.
His nose is sensitive, and he feels
The hot air of the sunny spots between the alley walls
And the cool pungency of the litter and trash
And he fondly remembers the little bit of bread that dropped
Torn, by gravity, from the morning sandwich a busy busy
Somebody had been eating on her way to work.
And he's at the apartment entrance,
This little building that housed about twelve people, now soon to be demolished, ...
Is but a simple creature, hoping to find his next meal,
Or perhaps a mate, sometimes.
His nose is sensitive, and he feels
The hot air of the sunny spots between the alley walls
And the cool pungency of the litter and trash
And he fondly remembers the little bit of bread that dropped
Torn, by gravity, from the morning sandwich a busy busy
Somebody had been eating on her way to work.
And he's at the apartment entrance,
This little building that housed about twelve people, now soon to be demolished, ...
#animals
35 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jun 2020 8:44pm
18th Jun 2020 8:44pm
A Twisting of Souls (Ragan's Downfall)
IMPERIAL PALACE HOTEL
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan pulled the second thigh-high stocking up her leg. She secured the garter snap to secure it. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the straps to her bra. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“No more wigs for me.” She flattened her eyebrows. Her smoky-colored eyes sparkled. “Incompetent idiots.” Tonight is the first time she felt the day belongs to her. “That bitch, it serves her right impersonating me.”
Ragan lifted a tube of lipstick and uncapped it. She outlined her lips with a deep crimson color....
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan pulled the second thigh-high stocking up her leg. She secured the garter snap to secure it. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the straps to her bra. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“No more wigs for me.” She flattened her eyebrows. Her smoky-colored eyes sparkled. “Incompetent idiots.” Tonight is the first time she felt the day belongs to her. “That bitch, it serves her right impersonating me.”
Ragan lifted a tube of lipstick and uncapped it. She outlined her lips with a deep crimson color....
#murder
#politics
#revenge
62 reads
6 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
16th Jun 2020 3:33pm
16th Jun 2020 3:33pm
Chicken-o-pathy, Chicken Patty
A pathy for this
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."
#dreams
#sleep
#son
63 reads
10 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
Tunisian Afternoon
#sex
103 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 9:31pm
10th Jun 2020 9:31pm
Texting A Mate
Grabbing your phone, you text your mate. Your hands are shaky and you misspell words. You tell him you’re in some sort of trouble and ask him to contact you in a discreet manner. On no account, must he alert the police or come round to the flat. You’re aware that your message sounds crazy. You have no idea how he’ll react.
hey what’s up? he texts back.
You regret sending the text now. But before you can respond, you find yourself slipping into a stupor again, unable to fight the suffocating blackness that swoops down with a vengeance.
Seconds later, you...
hey what’s up? he texts back.
You regret sending the text now. But before you can respond, you find yourself slipping into a stupor again, unable to fight the suffocating blackness that swoops down with a vengeance.
Seconds later, you...
#mystery
#risk
53 reads
4 Comments
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