Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 7:38pm
27th Nov 2021 7:38pm
Gordo Schools a Catholic Priest
Boy, what is that doing in your pocket?"
It was a condom, one I saved to use for Lizzie tonight. Our special night.
We are 17 now. We are going to make love for the first time. And I have no idea what I'll be doing. I'm nervous with her, but with this man, I am nothing.
It's a Sunday.
"It's none of your business," I say.
"It is my business."
"Why?"
"Because to God, it's an abomination to have sex before marriage."
"I am married."
"No, you aren't, boy," he says.
"Marriage is a mindset,...
It was a condom, one I saved to use for Lizzie tonight. Our special night.
We are 17 now. We are going to make love for the first time. And I have no idea what I'll be doing. I'm nervous with her, but with this man, I am nothing.
It's a Sunday.
"It's none of your business," I say.
"It is my business."
"Why?"
"Because to God, it's an abomination to have sex before marriage."
"I am married."
"No, you aren't, boy," he says.
"Marriage is a mindset,...
#sex
#religion
#Fanfiction
26 reads
1 Comment
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 2:47pm
27th Nov 2021 2:47pm
Lizzie and Gordo's first time...
#Fanfiction
15 reads
1 Comment
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 4:27am
27th Nov 2021 4:27am
Bad Santa Girl Ch 1
Name's Alia. Never been married, never even had a child. Probably cuz that fucked up bastard Jason ruined my life. He got fucked in the ass by his dad long ago, and I probably got fucked in the vajay by my dad.
You see, where I came from, we definitely celebrated Christmas, but that's been a holiday that's been dead in my family for years now. Dad's dead, my only "real" sis is always locked up in jail or a mental hospital, and my mom's so far mentally gone that communication with her is beyond draining. Probably why I went in a time machine to fix things that didn't need fixing...
You see, where I came from, we definitely celebrated Christmas, but that's been a holiday that's been dead in my family for years now. Dad's dead, my only "real" sis is always locked up in jail or a mental hospital, and my mom's so far mentally gone that communication with her is beyond draining. Probably why I went in a time machine to fix things that didn't need fixing...
#Christmas
31 reads
1 Comment
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 11:16am
24th Nov 2021 11:16am
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 4
I was so focused at the time on myself when I should have paid more attention to Diana's needs. Even I have failed her, and for that, I will never forgive.
I was so focused because I was in my own abusive mess, one that mainly involved my father. Like Diana, I was an only child, so my father was the main bastard to have to get away from.
There was a day where I just couldn't take anymore. To where all I could see when he smiled were the suffering of the children he killed very often.
Yes, he was a serial killer, and that was why I had to shoot him.
I was so focused because I was in my own abusive mess, one that mainly involved my father. Like Diana, I was an only child, so my father was the main bastard to have to get away from.
There was a day where I just couldn't take anymore. To where all I could see when he smiled were the suffering of the children he killed very often.
Yes, he was a serial killer, and that was why I had to shoot him.
#murder
29 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
23 reads
0 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 00:56am
24th Nov 2021 00:56am
A Christmas Give Away Gift
Christmas just around the corner and Karen wanted to go on a shopping spree but she had no money, never mind that her husband was rich, he was king of the misers.
The only way to go in order for her to get her hands on some cash was to get him out of the way. Permanently, She would find a hired killer to do the job. She knew very well that you can find anything and everything on the internet. So she set her mind to it, pressed a few keys and got what she wanted. The guy wanted five thousand dollars up front and another five thousand after.
She readily agreed. Much too quickly...
The only way to go in order for her to get her hands on some cash was to get him out of the way. Permanently, She would find a hired killer to do the job. She knew very well that you can find anything and everything on the internet. So she set her mind to it, pressed a few keys and got what she wanted. The guy wanted five thousand dollars up front and another five thousand after.
She readily agreed. Much too quickly...
#greed
#emptiness
40 reads
4 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 3:49am
19th Nov 2021 3:49am
The Beautiful Boy With a Small Dick
#SelfWorth
27 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 9:04pm
18th Nov 2021 9:04pm
Deja Vu?
A few weeks later, I arrived at the pier, having spent hours jumping on and off buses, tubes and trains. My shoulders and neck were stiff and sore from lugging two heavy bags around, and I wasn't in the best of the moods. Take the town, for instance. Strong smell. Humid, sticky weather. Grey: sand, skies, metal monstrosity holding up the pier. Seagulls.
But it wasn't just the surroundings. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I got a sense that I'd visited the town before, even though I knew I hadn't. Everything seemed familiar. Each turning I took. The buildings. The layout of the...
But it wasn't just the surroundings. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I got a sense that I'd visited the town before, even though I knew I hadn't. Everything seemed familiar. Each turning I took. The buildings. The layout of the...
#mystery
#risk
52 reads
4 Comments
Infamous_Angyl
Infamous
Infamous
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 2:26am
18th Nov 2021 2:26am
Moonlight Dance
#vampires
#ghosts
#magic #witches
#magic #witches
35 reads
0 Comments
Infamous_Angyl
Infamous
Infamous
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 2:22am
18th Nov 2021 2:22am
Moonlight Dance
She sensed something lurking in the shadows, watching her silently preying on her vulnerability. Quickly she grew tired of the cat and mouse game. Calling out to the darkness; “Show yourself, enough of this hiding amongst the shadows!” Surveying all that lie before her, he stepped into the dimness of light behind her. Wickedly he chuckled. Startling her she snapped around to gaze upon him. Examining his person from his feet to his toned thighs that seemed to be etched by the highest sculptors, to his sculpted waist to his rippled abs chiseled by the cherubs, to his wide chest to his broad...
#violence
#power
#vampires
#ghosts
#witches
42 reads
0 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 10:38am
17th Nov 2021 10:38am
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 3
I hate that people still mistreat her. My girlfriend, Diana. More like a ghost than a girlfriend now.
I don't understand why.
She's the sweetest girl I've ever known, but I guess people are just disappointing assholes. Over and over, they shut her down.
I know she feels it everyday, this pain I feel. Even though she's out there in the free world, she's in her own prison, and in a heartbeat, I would trade places with her. I would get raped in the ass everyday by a man who ain't worth shit just so she wouldn't have to go through one ounce of pain.
...
I don't understand why.
She's the sweetest girl I've ever known, but I guess people are just disappointing assholes. Over and over, they shut her down.
I know she feels it everyday, this pain I feel. Even though she's out there in the free world, she's in her own prison, and in a heartbeat, I would trade places with her. I would get raped in the ass everyday by a man who ain't worth shit just so she wouldn't have to go through one ounce of pain.
...
#murder
51 reads
0 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 3:55am
17th Nov 2021 3:55am
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 2
Her name was Diana Rose. She was my girlfriend.
But now she's with her crusty white father. He probably sedates her every night before they have sex. It sickens me. I don't even wanna know anymore how she's doing in life.
I'm 20, I believe now, and so is she. And she knows nothing else but relying on his money and fucking him. I have not seen her since we were 18, when I first got in here.
"Darryl," I remember her saying as we were on the prison phone line. She was crying so bad. I've never seen her cry this much. "I have to say goodbye."
"Why...
But now she's with her crusty white father. He probably sedates her every night before they have sex. It sickens me. I don't even wanna know anymore how she's doing in life.
I'm 20, I believe now, and so is she. And she knows nothing else but relying on his money and fucking him. I have not seen her since we were 18, when I first got in here.
"Darryl," I remember her saying as we were on the prison phone line. She was crying so bad. I've never seen her cry this much. "I have to say goodbye."
"Why...
#murder
45 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
