Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
poem_erotic
free as air
free as air
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 12:20pm
10th Jun 2021 12:20pm
OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 2
#love
#sex
#fiction
#sensual
#passion
34 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 7:18am
10th Jun 2021 7:18am
Snow Leopards Of Tibet
Snow Leopards Of Tibet
Their coats of arms bore the emblem of the snow leopard guardian of the Himalayan holy land. Tara was the wife of Gesar of Ling whose superhuman life was legendary. He fended off the evil minions of Māra the demon who tempted Buddha under the Bodhi Tree. The sorcerer of evil was no match for Siddhartha.
But one summer day in the high Himalayas Māra saw the Tibetan Goddess Tara bathing in the Brahmaputra River on the outskirts of Lhasa. Māra instantly changed form to a bodhisattva and told her there was an evil...
Their coats of arms bore the emblem of the snow leopard guardian of the Himalayan holy land. Tara was the wife of Gesar of Ling whose superhuman life was legendary. He fended off the evil minions of Māra the demon who tempted Buddha under the Bodhi Tree. The sorcerer of evil was no match for Siddhartha.
But one summer day in the high Himalayas Māra saw the Tibetan Goddess Tara bathing in the Brahmaputra River on the outskirts of Lhasa. Māra instantly changed form to a bodhisattva and told her there was an evil...
#marriage
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#surreal
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adagio
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 10:49pm
9th Jun 2021 10:49pm
Old School
I was in my car not far from New Brunswick, between hither and thither. Down a dairy-dell road and a Granny Smith orchard.
As I came across an old-line poet, sitting in a straight-back chair. Sucking on lime and sipping tequila, as he whittled me a song. Sharing his hooch, quoting an opinion from The View.
Saying to me, as he passed the lime. "God spoke to me, whispering in my ear, young women like ermine and rings and rockers who sing on Friday nights. While playing a five-string guitar."
Yes, he came from the old school, where women knit and baked. Played...
As I came across an old-line poet, sitting in a straight-back chair. Sucking on lime and sipping tequila, as he whittled me a song. Sharing his hooch, quoting an opinion from The View.
Saying to me, as he passed the lime. "God spoke to me, whispering in my ear, young women like ermine and rings and rockers who sing on Friday nights. While playing a five-string guitar."
Yes, he came from the old school, where women knit and baked. Played...
#fiction
#philosophical
31 reads
2 Comments
LaRochelleRaven
LaRochelle
LaRochelle
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 1:50pm
9th Jun 2021 1:50pm
Hope from a 10c coin
I never fully understood how precious those discarded and almost worthless coins that people as well as I myself used to just throw away or forget about somewhere in the back of a drawer or just next to the road as we walked on looking only for the shiny silver coins from our change collected day by day.
I only truly started understanding the meaning of" it's alot if you don't have it"
See I found myself living on the street and for the first time as I wondered about asking for help for food or just some toiletries my head was always looking downwards out of shame.
This...
I only truly started understanding the meaning of" it's alot if you don't have it"
See I found myself living on the street and for the first time as I wondered about asking for help for food or just some toiletries my head was always looking downwards out of shame.
This...
#hope
#fate
#TruthOfLife
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poem_erotic
free as air
free as air
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 11:52am
9th Jun 2021 11:52am
OVER THE RED LINE ONE:PART 1
#love
#erotic
#betrayal
#fiction
#passion
30 reads
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poem_erotic
free as air
free as air
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 11:38am
9th Jun 2021 11:38am
OVER THE RED LINE ONE
#love
#erotic
#betrayal
#fiction
#sensual
32 reads
2 Comments
GypsySoul86
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 10:51pm
8th Jun 2021 10:51pm
A Darkling Prince is Born
#dark
#erotic
#vampires
#lover
#temptation
57 reads
6 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 2:40pm
8th Jun 2021 2:40pm
Virtual Reality: A User Review
I liked it at first. We all did! That level of virtual reality had been a science fiction dream since those Amazing Stories magazines from the 1950s, that my granddad left me when he died. So when the dream turned real and was boxed and sold and brought home one day by my dad, we all clamoured for it. In the beginning it was like how older people describe dial-up internet, only one person at a time could use it, and there was always someone sealed up in that chamber experiencing god knows what. The morals police pushed for and got parental control options, but these were basic at best and...
#technology
24 reads
9 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 2:28pm
8th Jun 2021 2:28pm
Nothing Perfect
#lust
#relationships
#sex
38 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 9:59pm
7th Jun 2021 9:59pm
Slade Garrison, PI - Part 5
I envisioned the bar sounding Christman carols. Unlocking my chaisity of fewer than twenty-four hours. I felt wired listening to the vibrations of, "Winter Wonderland." My cat was pissed because its little bowl of cream was curdled and scratching at my ankles as I came out of my illusions.
"It became dangerous when some of the clients starting using and dealing opium, underneath my respectful tea-shop." Her jade eyes shimmering with the faintest of tears.
Shanghai was a world apart from Boston. Opium was billed as a panacea for all mankind's aches and pain. It...
"It became dangerous when some of the clients starting using and dealing opium, underneath my respectful tea-shop." Her jade eyes shimmering with the faintest of tears.
Shanghai was a world apart from Boston. Opium was billed as a panacea for all mankind's aches and pain. It...
#erotic
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20 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 9:57pm
7th Jun 2021 9:57pm
Vintage Red
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John and Sara were having a party at their house in the middle of nowhere, or rather down a country lane distant enough from the nearest towns that you could look to the horizon and see no other signs of life. Apart from the wind turbines. ‘Face it’ said Abbie, the new arrival to their friend group that night, ‘you can’t live the good life in 2021. The world’s too small today.’
John smiled and refreshed her wine glass. ‘You’re right’ he said, ‘but we don’t have to hear the neighbours fucking, and that’s good enough for us.’ Abbie laughed and swilled the vintage red...
John and Sara were having a party at their house in the middle of nowhere, or rather down a country lane distant enough from the nearest towns that you could look to the horizon and see no other signs of life. Apart from the wind turbines. ‘Face it’ said Abbie, the new arrival to their friend group that night, ‘you can’t live the good life in 2021. The world’s too small today.’
John smiled and refreshed her wine glass. ‘You’re right’ he said, ‘but we don’t have to hear the neighbours fucking, and that’s good enough for us.’ Abbie laughed and swilled the vintage red...
#murder
29 reads
4 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 9:07pm
7th Jun 2021 9:07pm
Ovulation
She throbs more intensely and become the wettest, her heart pounds out of her chest, her body feels hot and sticky, and she gets extra clingy. Her moans and screams, oh gosh yes, she gets louder and can't stop quivering. Her sexy sounds rushes to the center of my brain and it drives me into a frenzy. My body tenses up, and all I want to do it to keep pounding the spot that thrills her the most.
When she cums, it's so intense, and gushes out so hard that she can't even speak or make any sounds. Thats how I know when she's ovulating. It's not the only time she gets like that but...
When she cums, it's so intense, and gushes out so hard that she can't even speak or make any sounds. Thats how I know when she's ovulating. It's not the only time she gets like that but...
#love
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
