Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Aug 2020 00:43am
28th Aug 2020 00:43am
Kayla of the Ocean Blue
Kayla of the Ocean Blue
She emerges from the transparent bubble into a school of iridescent fish. The cloud of fish glistens in rainbow colors. She floats lazily in chrysanthemum dreams of seas of rolling indigo where mermen frolic splashing love through the warm waves.
She is a golden breasted sea maiden who sparkles in prismatic colors. She plays with porpoises in the crystal ocean. Seagulls, otters, and whales all sing a melody of love she feels. Her periwinkle nipples are pink with sunset hue. Her raven locks are wet with salty desire. Azure waters foam in crests...
She emerges from the transparent bubble into a school of iridescent fish. The cloud of fish glistens in rainbow colors. She floats lazily in chrysanthemum dreams of seas of rolling indigo where mermen frolic splashing love through the warm waves.
She is a golden breasted sea maiden who sparkles in prismatic colors. She plays with porpoises in the crystal ocean. Seagulls, otters, and whales all sing a melody of love she feels. Her periwinkle nipples are pink with sunset hue. Her raven locks are wet with salty desire. Azure waters foam in crests...
#women
#men
#sea
#freedom
#sensual
42 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 4:20pm
25th Aug 2020 4:20pm
It Was Indeed Juicy
I was on the subway the other day, standing 6 feet near to this guy.
We were just moving out from the Dekalb Avenue station.
He cuts a huge juicy fart, then comes diarrhea out his pantleg puddling on the subway car floor.
He turns to me and says, "shit....i'm really sorry", as many folks move to the other end of the car, forsaking any six feet "distancing". Above his mask there are tears in his eyes.
I says to him, "Don't sweat it, friend. It could happen to any one of us who has an asshole. G'odd bless ye"--------------> thank goodness for our COVID...
We were just moving out from the Dekalb Avenue station.
He cuts a huge juicy fart, then comes diarrhea out his pantleg puddling on the subway car floor.
He turns to me and says, "shit....i'm really sorry", as many folks move to the other end of the car, forsaking any six feet "distancing". Above his mask there are tears in his eyes.
I says to him, "Don't sweat it, friend. It could happen to any one of us who has an asshole. G'odd bless ye"--------------> thank goodness for our COVID...
#illness
#trains
42 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 4:17pm
25th Aug 2020 4:17pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Thirty-Two)
#love
#corruption
#politics #passion
#politics #passion
73 reads
2 Comments
PurpuraBuho
Poem Published
24th Aug 2020 7:35am
24th Aug 2020 7:35am
Coalition
I'm in deadlock. Immobile. Immovable. Adrenaline is pacing through each vein in my body, so much, that I can feel my circulatory system as a whole. Keep calm and breathe slowly. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Repeat. I look at the time. I hear the ticking in my head while every second passes by. I’ve almost got it. I’m almost at the goal. Just this one last obstacle.
All the gossip, all the rumors are true. The word coalition or alliance rolling of tongues, slipping through mouths. It’s just propaganda they say, nervously. Nothing of concern. It is coming, they all...
All the gossip, all the rumors are true. The word coalition or alliance rolling of tongues, slipping through mouths. It’s just propaganda they say, nervously. Nothing of concern. It is coming, they all...
#mystery
71 reads
6 Comments
druidicheirophant
Poem Published
21st Aug 2020 10:30pm
21st Aug 2020 10:30pm
A grigori walkin
Not everyone is a wise old dragon, what we need may be forms of medicine, to cure the fallen angelic contamination’s on our soul matrix’s resonance, in a world full of happenings and occurrences, a grigori walking by you in lock-step with Imhotep to ameliorate and cure your ailments, because these medicine-men with tinted perceptions, see through you, as these astral slit iris’s speak true you with visions from sibyls and witches initiated into the esotericism of the old religions, amidst rituals where Hecate will meet you, with teletes of els and fallen iri’s and glances of serpents in a...
#mountains
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PurpuraBuho
Poem Published
21st Aug 2020 7:42am
21st Aug 2020 7:42am
Forest
31. 32. 33. As I count I add Mississippi between each number. This is so foolish, playing hide and seek in the forest, I can’t remember the last time I played this game. I am 22 years old after all. We all want to feel the nostalgia of being a kid again. Before playing, we were reminiscing about our childhood memories. 48. Mississippi. 49. Mississippi 50. “Ready or not here I come!” I yell at the top of my lungs, I hear my echo fall off the trees.
I turn around and I am disoriented but then all my senses start to heighten. My eyes focus on all. I am given wolf ears and hearing all....
I turn around and I am disoriented but then all my senses start to heighten. My eyes focus on all. I am given wolf ears and hearing all....
#friendship
#mystery
59 reads
1 Comment
Sunwolfe1745
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 11:10pm
20th Aug 2020 11:10pm
Starting the day
Mmmmmm waking in the morning to the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon. God I am such a lucky man! She amazes me every day. I slip out of the sheets and head into the kitchen.
There is my sunshine!! I stop and admire the view. Lol, she is cooking in just an apron!! That beautiful ass is just staring right back at me. Her cute little birthmark on her tight cheek. My cock stirs, thrilled by the site.
“Morning my love,” I say as I pad up behind her. She peeks over her shoulder and gives me a radiant smile. I slip my arms around her waist and she leans into...
There is my sunshine!! I stop and admire the view. Lol, she is cooking in just an apron!! That beautiful ass is just staring right back at me. Her cute little birthmark on her tight cheek. My cock stirs, thrilled by the site.
“Morning my love,” I say as I pad up behind her. She peeks over her shoulder and gives me a radiant smile. I slip my arms around her waist and she leans into...
#lust
#sex
#erotic #lover
#erotic #lover
79 reads
4 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 8:07pm
20th Aug 2020 8:07pm
Hard time
#happiness
#strength
#gratitude #emotions
#gratitude #emotions
44 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 3:21pm
20th Aug 2020 3:21pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Thirty-One)
#love
#corruption
#politics
79 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 11:29am
20th Aug 2020 11:29am
Perfect family
#mother
#children
#parent #family
#parent #family
53 reads
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subrosa
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 9:29pm
19th Aug 2020 9:29pm
The Prince and the Nagini {Vi}
The mirror was ornate, of interdimensional, fairytale allusion, as she brushed her hair, the light made a river of light, which she traced with the brush in mesmeric contemplation. The galvanic metal balanced with the grey stone of the walls; she felt like she was part of a magical quest, opaqued with a lack of clarity. She, herself, had no answers for the Prince.
The attire offered to wear for the ball tonight made her feel exposed, they pushed her naked breasts up and into a position which both accentuated them and made her feel like an offering on a plate. She would much rather...
The attire offered to wear for the ball tonight made her feel exposed, they pushed her naked breasts up and into a position which both accentuated them and made her feel like an offering on a plate. She would much rather...
#love
#dark
#magic
56 reads
6 Comments
PurpuraBuho
Poem Published
19th Aug 2020 3:37pm
19th Aug 2020 3:37pm
See
I look up from my phone. I know, right? It’s a new-age miracle – an individual looking up from the slave-driven tech in the palm of their hand. However, I do. I look up and I see past the exterior walls and the reflective glass feeding our vanities. I see past the load-bearing walls held between columns constructed from cement and iron rods. I see past the beams supporting the roof membrane and the tiles stacked symmetrically on top of it. I see past the elevator shafts and the pulleys dragging the counterweights up and down. I see past the bricks, the plaster, the paint, the glue, and the...
#science
#scifi
43 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
