Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 9:43pm
10th Sep 2019 9:43pm
Wrestling in the Metropolitan
#love
#apocalypse
#FallingInLove
#sensual
#dystopian
47 reads
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Jiminex
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 2:22pm
10th Sep 2019 2:22pm
Little dove and the dusty coyote
She eased her way to the river. Only light came from the moon. She looked hard to find that strange man. Her heart fluttered she began to shiver. She could see in his eyes their hearts were in tune. Her temperature went up when he grabbed her hand.
Her dear skin dress fell to the banks. She prepared for the passion she had felt building since they first met. She presses into him her river flood upon that kiss.
In his bashful thoughts all he could say was thanks. Easing into the flow of her river steamy and wet. He asked as he looked will you marry me miss.
Before...
Her dear skin dress fell to the banks. She prepared for the passion she had felt building since they first met. She presses into him her river flood upon that kiss.
In his bashful thoughts all he could say was thanks. Easing into the flow of her river steamy and wet. He asked as he looked will you marry me miss.
Before...
#happiness
#sadness
#anger
#love
#despair
30 reads
3 Comments
Inkerpoet
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 11:29pm
7th Sep 2019 11:29pm
Screenplay (INTRO SCENE)
FADE IN:
A small town in Minnesota.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
Through the scope of a rifle we see a squirrel perched on the limb of a tree. Within a multitude of thin twigs, oblivious to any impending doom, it nibbles merrily on a seed.
The rifle CRACKS, sending a victorious slug into the rodents cranium. The once fleet-flooted creature plummets, paralyzed, into a clump of soggy April leaves.
CLOSE ON dead squirrel. Two black leather boots approach and stop beside the critters lifeless body.
From GROUND LEVEL looking up we see the...
A small town in Minnesota.
EXT. WOODS - DAY
Through the scope of a rifle we see a squirrel perched on the limb of a tree. Within a multitude of thin twigs, oblivious to any impending doom, it nibbles merrily on a seed.
The rifle CRACKS, sending a victorious slug into the rodents cranium. The once fleet-flooted creature plummets, paralyzed, into a clump of soggy April leaves.
CLOSE ON dead squirrel. Two black leather boots approach and stop beside the critters lifeless body.
From GROUND LEVEL looking up we see the...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
24 reads
3 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
7th Sep 2019 2:52am
The Things I Did
He joined the Marines at eighteen. A soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy and always friendly. Daniel was my neighbor for nearly five years. He had moved from the high desert to the suburbs of L.A. so he could be closer to his grown children.
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
“I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...
#soldiers
#war
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
48 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 1:13am
6th Sep 2019 1:13am
When Love Calls (Chapter Three)
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
Marcus looked down at the chessboard. He looked up at Zaniyah.
“I would really think about that next move handsome.”
Marcus glanced down at Zaniyah’s breasts.
“I am definitely thinking about this next move. Checkmate.”
“Really.”
“Take a look beautiful woman.”
Marcus turned the chessboard around to allow Zaniyah to see she had no other option, but to surrender her king.
“I guess I have to pay the pauper.”
“That...
New York, New York
Marcus looked down at the chessboard. He looked up at Zaniyah.
“I would really think about that next move handsome.”
Marcus glanced down at Zaniyah’s breasts.
“I am definitely thinking about this next move. Checkmate.”
“Really.”
“Take a look beautiful woman.”
Marcus turned the chessboard around to allow Zaniyah to see she had no other option, but to surrender her king.
“I guess I have to pay the pauper.”
“That...
#passion
56 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
5th Sep 2019 8:54pm
Out of Style but In Luck
Out of Style but In Luck
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
My walk takes me through a dimly lit hallway in a downtown business building of Natchez, Mississippi. From around the corner, a woman walks toward me. I immediately recognize her.
I ask her “Do you remember me?”
She smiles wide and replies, “How could I forget those bell-bottoms pants and that plaid shirt? You were mighty sassy but we got you through it.”
I smile back and reply, “Did you read my obit about me being enrolled in your typing class at the time of my death?”
“Oh, now you’re playing head games. I...
#romantic
#astrology
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#FallingInLove
42 reads
7 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 7:23pm
5th Sep 2019 7:23pm
Midtown Market
The year is 7289. In the city of Vidence, one of the last great cloud cities, located at what people used to think was only a myth...the end of a rainbow, is Ocean Destiny IV, a short (5" 1/2'), twenty two year old (though often mistaken for twelve), VapoAbimigender (though looks somewhat female), Cyborg with large, downward turned, light blue eyes with double rows of long, thick, eyelashes, long, thick, straight, medium brown hair with wavy ends, pale skin, a slight unibrow, high cheekbones, rosy cheeks, and an entirely mechanical left arm/shoulder and left foot (both with a circuit board...
#fiction
#ShortStory
#aliens
#FallingInLove
#scifi
17 reads
2 Comments
emilyrose1995
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 4:28am
5th Sep 2019 4:28am
Davey-boy
I kneel before the headstone; it is plain, no intricate design, no ornate details, just as I expected. It reads:
David J. Silverman
Father, husband, veteran
1909-1983
There is a vase of wilted flowers that I'm sure Aunt Jane brought, knowing damn well if you were alive, you would tell her to take them back.
"You were a brute, old bastard," I sigh heavily, "you hated everyone and everything. All I ever wanted to hear, my whole life was, 'good job, David. I'm proud of you.' But you could never say those words. Why was it so hard for you?" I glance around momentarily,...
David J. Silverman
Father, husband, veteran
1909-1983
There is a vase of wilted flowers that I'm sure Aunt Jane brought, knowing damn well if you were alive, you would tell her to take them back.
"You were a brute, old bastard," I sigh heavily, "you hated everyone and everything. All I ever wanted to hear, my whole life was, 'good job, David. I'm proud of you.' But you could never say those words. Why was it so hard for you?" I glance around momentarily,...
#father
#children
#family #ghosts
#family #ghosts
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0 Comments
goldenmyst
Bumped 4th Sep 2019 6:20pm
4th Oct 2015 6:37pm
4th Oct 2015 6:37pm
Strangers in the Night
Strangers in the Night
I love the smell of books. I think that, even more than my love of literature, may be the reason I work in a used book store. That and because it is so quiet. I love quiet places where I find I can think more clearly. I know people who crave noise and feel lonely in places like this book store.
However, I feel right at home among the books of Pablo Neruda and Anne Sexton two of my favorite authors among the many represented in the stacks of this antiquarian book store. The books are like companions to me. I feel as though I am in the company of the...
I love the smell of books. I think that, even more than my love of literature, may be the reason I work in a used book store. That and because it is so quiet. I love quiet places where I find I can think more clearly. I know people who crave noise and feel lonely in places like this book store.
However, I feel right at home among the books of Pablo Neruda and Anne Sexton two of my favorite authors among the many represented in the stacks of this antiquarian book store. The books are like companions to me. I feel as though I am in the company of the...
#AnneSexton
552 reads
2 Comments
LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 9:55pm
3rd Sep 2019 9:55pm
Tornado
We are not in Kansas anymore. When we looked through our window, the cloud has touched the ground mixing with the dust. They picked up speed going round and round as they become one and move closer. The hollow screeching sound of the wind rumbling our house, we rush to make it outside. But as we opened the front door, the tornado has swung us off the ground. We clench on to anything we could find as our feet is in the air when the power of the wind lifted us from the floor. Everything we hold dear being dismantled brick by brick as we are inside the eye of the tornado and all we could do is...
#strength
33 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 00:33am
3rd Sep 2019 00:33am
White-Eyed Corpse
Samantha didn’t know where she was. Her foot was heavy on the pedal, gliding down the open, hilly slopes of the backcountry. Cellphone in one hand; the GPS buffering. Twice already she almost crashed. Approaching out of the horizon was a yellow SLOW DOWN-SHARP TURN-15 mph. Samantha pressed the clutch as the momentum leaned her forward; the seatbelt fastened behind her. GPS still buffering, Samantha flew past the occasional country road which posted: UNIMPROVED ROAD - PASS AT OWN RISK. Then one caught her attention as it approached; SLOW DOWN – SHARP TURN… she rolled her eyes.
A...
A...
#dark
#death
#scary
38 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 3:07am
2nd Sep 2019 3:07am
When Love Calls (Chapter Two)
#sensual
#passion
100 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
