Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 4:33am
31st Dec 2018 4:33am
Echo of Summer
Echo of Summer
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 fence which borders the...
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 fence which borders the...
#women
#beauty
#city #nature
#city #nature
54 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 11:47pm
29th Dec 2018 11:47pm
Ghetto Lions
Ghetto Lions
Paul’s friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. His partner from another life Ted meets him in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Their feet glide across the carpet while he carries a book to spark conversation with the spaces between them growing.
Ted’s sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with Paul who teeters on the brink of monasticism. His buzz carries him through the threshold into the birth of a Jazz night in old New Orleans. But the chair...
Paul’s friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. His partner from another life Ted meets him in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Their feet glide across the carpet while he carries a book to spark conversation with the spaces between them growing.
Ted’s sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with Paul who teeters on the brink of monasticism. His buzz carries him through the threshold into the birth of a Jazz night in old New Orleans. But the chair...
#women
#romantic
#city
#night
#surreal
49 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 5:05am
27th Dec 2018 5:05am
Spirit Lake
Spirit Lake
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
Far in the North Country, in a land of jagged mountains, ice, and perpetual winds lies Spirit Lake.
Navajo Indian lore spoke of an iridescent jewel of a lake high in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. It was said to be as deep as the ocean. Its location was lost in the foggy memory of the ancient medicine man, Bear Paw.
Running Deer ran like a mountain lion across the barren gravelly brown land of northern New Mexico. Above him was a massive escarpment glowing scarlet in the dying embers of sunset. As he ran, his mind raced too. He could smell...
#nature
#mountains
#aging #desert
#aging #desert
52 reads
5 Comments
Tallen
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 3:47am
26th Dec 2018 3:47am
The UNIVERSAL Thing
In the year of our Sovereign Goddess, 24 and 18
I recall the scents you plastered upon your cool neck ----
What ---- two full, red moons ago?
The purplish haze in that night aided mightily with the
enchantment you seemed to conjure up. . .
to possess my soul.
I trembled, as I remember how you embraced me.
(was the chill in me or was it in your place?)
I lust to break away; but your spell has me longing
for your face.
Some thing has infected me, so, that I cannot ignore it.
Our planet's moons now climb once more. . ....
I recall the scents you plastered upon your cool neck ----
What ---- two full, red moons ago?
The purplish haze in that night aided mightily with the
enchantment you seemed to conjure up. . .
to possess my soul.
I trembled, as I remember how you embraced me.
(was the chill in me or was it in your place?)
I lust to break away; but your spell has me longing
for your face.
Some thing has infected me, so, that I cannot ignore it.
Our planet's moons now climb once more. . ....
#love
40 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2018 3:17am
23rd Dec 2018 3:17am
The Takla Makan Mystic (a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The Takla Makan Mystic
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
#religion
#Buddhist
#Taoism #freedom
#Taoism #freedom
38 reads
2 Comments
Ghost223
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 7:15pm
18th Dec 2018 7:15pm
Dearest Alessa,
My cunning vixen of bravery
And harbinger of the dark.
Why must evil feel good in the palms
Of Lucifer's hand?
Time's sweet miserable sand
Slips one-by-one through holes of an hourglass.
Should time be encapsulated by a device so small?
Dearest Alessa,
Who am I?
More importantly,
I ask the same about you.
Who are you,
In a mere two days,
Two have swept me away into a new world?
My Hell is not big enough for both.
Please take it from me.
In deepest humbility, ever yours,
Lucifer.
And harbinger of the dark.
Why must evil feel good in the palms
Of Lucifer's hand?
Time's sweet miserable sand
Slips one-by-one through holes of an hourglass.
Should time be encapsulated by a device so small?
Dearest Alessa,
Who am I?
More importantly,
I ask the same about you.
Who are you,
In a mere two days,
Two have swept me away into a new world?
My Hell is not big enough for both.
Please take it from me.
In deepest humbility, ever yours,
Lucifer.
#friendship
45 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 6:12am
18th Dec 2018 6:12am
Garden of Unearthly Delights
Garden of Unearthly Delights
1
Nova
The star, Riga, was a brilliant glowing orb filling the monitor at the moon base. Phillip had news that would soon cast darkness over the future. He approached Gudonov. “I’ve got the results of the solar probe, Helios. We have 100 years at the most. Then life-giving Riga will become like the Hindu god Shiva, death, the destroyer of worlds.”
“You mean nova?”
“It’s a certainty.”
The child sat before the luminous computer monitor. She punched - enter - file -...
1
Nova
The star, Riga, was a brilliant glowing orb filling the monitor at the moon base. Phillip had news that would soon cast darkness over the future. He approached Gudonov. “I’ve got the results of the solar probe, Helios. We have 100 years at the most. Then life-giving Riga will become like the Hindu god Shiva, death, the destroyer of worlds.”
“You mean nova?”
“It’s a certainty.”
The child sat before the luminous computer monitor. She punched - enter - file -...
#wife
#husband
#romantic
#universe
#stars
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Dec 2018 00:42am
18th Dec 2018 00:42am
Tijuana Blues
Tijuana Blues
The light waned on the tumbleweed desert. Tijuana lay ahead. Its lights cast a pale yellow glow on the countryside. Arty opened the window of his Austin and breathed the warm sweet air. The last glow of sun swelled in the west.
Arty drove past the bars and broken down buildings with balconies. Finally, he arrived at the hotel. He carried his bags up the rickety stairs and to his room. Etched on the door were the words, “Yankee go home.”
The room was a dingy closet-sized space. It had a wash basin with brown stains and a mirror with a crack down...
The light waned on the tumbleweed desert. Tijuana lay ahead. Its lights cast a pale yellow glow on the countryside. Arty opened the window of his Austin and breathed the warm sweet air. The last glow of sun swelled in the west.
Arty drove past the bars and broken down buildings with balconies. Finally, he arrived at the hotel. He carried his bags up the rickety stairs and to his room. Etched on the door were the words, “Yankee go home.”
The room was a dingy closet-sized space. It had a wash basin with brown stains and a mirror with a crack down...
#wife
#husband
#marriage #city
#marriage #city
34 reads
2 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
16th Dec 2018 4:16am
16th Dec 2018 4:16am
Jacob
#lust
#sex
#erotic
93 reads
8 Comments
LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:41pm
9th Dec 2018 4:41pm
Purple Bruises
When the walls start to crack, she covers them with memories. With it, appears the pain once buried telling her you don't want to live through it again. But she hesitates when the light hits her face with warmth that sipped in to see the stranger hiding. Standing with her eyes closed, letting out the happiness which once bloomed from its cage, to feel the disarray of butterflies morphing into immortals. The hope never dies once the wall dissolves by the diluting closeness that mix between her and the light.
But darkness she deems fit for now, putting it up as a flag to remind the mind...
But darkness she deems fit for now, putting it up as a flag to remind the mind...
#heartbroken
#emptiness
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0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2018 8:07pm
2nd Dec 2018 8:07pm
The Accidental Meeting From Another Lifetime Part III of Part IV
#astrology
#rebirth
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
96 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Nov 2018 1:49pm
30th Nov 2018 1:49pm
The Accidental Meeting From Another Lifetime Part II of Part IV
CHAPTER TWO
Romancing A Rose
Embassy Hotel and Suites
Later That Evening
My dark-brown eyes mischievously looked at my reflection in the oval mirror perched on top of the antique dresser; I pivoted my person for a better posterior view.
The silk dress enticed the eyes of my rounded apple-shaped bottom.
“Everything looks great from this viewpoint.”
I turned back to face the mirror and reached down for the bottle of my favorite perfume, Beautiful from off the dresser. I sprayed the fine mist to my lower ankles, up my...
Romancing A Rose
Embassy Hotel and Suites
Later That Evening
My dark-brown eyes mischievously looked at my reflection in the oval mirror perched on top of the antique dresser; I pivoted my person for a better posterior view.
The silk dress enticed the eyes of my rounded apple-shaped bottom.
“Everything looks great from this viewpoint.”
I turned back to face the mirror and reached down for the bottle of my favorite perfume, Beautiful from off the dresser. I sprayed the fine mist to my lower ankles, up my...
#astrology
#rebirth
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
106 reads
3 Comments
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