Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 9:52pm
19th Nov 2022 9:52pm
The Coffee Shop
He shouldnt be here. This is stalking. But He decided enough time had passed. And she would never expect to see him like this. So he began to track her, figuring he’d catch her scent in the market. Even a goddess needs to eat.
He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them. He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill. He’s here for big game.
Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed. It’s as if people...
He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them. He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill. He’s here for big game.
Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed. It’s as if people...
#secrets
#escape
#manipulation
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 4:46pm
19th Nov 2022 4:46pm
The Order (Prologue)
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
43 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 7:50pm
17th Nov 2022 7:50pm
Silent - Part 19: The Man At The Fire
Saturday, May 2019, Lucy:
The torch lamp casts a sickly glow in the darkened room. She tenses. Recoils, picks up again on a hidden threat. Who is this man? Someone very disturbed. Physically strong. Able to lift Gavin from a van, bring him in and carry him down an unlit corridor while holding a torch.
'What's the matter, Lucy?' the Angel of Mercy says.
She doesn't answer. Pretends to be half-asleep.
'I asked you a question, Lucy. Aren't you well?'
'Tired,' she mumbles. 'Haven't eaten.’
'You've only been here a day....
The torch lamp casts a sickly glow in the darkened room. She tenses. Recoils, picks up again on a hidden threat. Who is this man? Someone very disturbed. Physically strong. Able to lift Gavin from a van, bring him in and carry him down an unlit corridor while holding a torch.
'What's the matter, Lucy?' the Angel of Mercy says.
She doesn't answer. Pretends to be half-asleep.
'I asked you a question, Lucy. Aren't you well?'
'Tired,' she mumbles. 'Haven't eaten.’
'You've only been here a day....
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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SunFox
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 2:03am
16th Nov 2022 2:03am
The Blood and Rain of Pennsylvania
In 1953 Heinsburg, Pennsylvania, a young girl played in the grass by the forest edge. The mother and father sat upon their porch swing at the front of the cottage, watching their child. Spontaneously, dark clouds covered the sky, yet the parents thought nothing of it, for rain was a common occurrence and never posed any danger to threaten their well-being. “Papa!” the young girl clamored,“ Papa!” At that moment the birds stopped chirping, the breeze stopped blowing, and the clouds lay still as a stone in the sky. Then a droplet landed before the small girl, yet it was no ordinary rain. More...
#betrayal
#evil
#ShortStory
31 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 1:16am
15th Nov 2022 1:16am
Coffee Apocalypse
Coffee Apocalypse
Rowena lands a gig at a surviving coffee shop to keep her panties in the closet and stay clothed for the camera. I show up incognito to all the baristas but Ro.
Ro’s boss says “This man is a dedicated recycler and you got him a fresh lid for his refill. You must make it up to him.”
“Oh. Gladly, what must I do?”
“Go into the closet, get on your knees, and beg for his forgiveness. Then kiss and make up.”
“I love kissing strangers. At Mardi Gras, I share
my lips like a madwoman.”
“Don’t forget your job is on the...
Rowena lands a gig at a surviving coffee shop to keep her panties in the closet and stay clothed for the camera. I show up incognito to all the baristas but Ro.
Ro’s boss says “This man is a dedicated recycler and you got him a fresh lid for his refill. You must make it up to him.”
“Oh. Gladly, what must I do?”
“Go into the closet, get on your knees, and beg for his forgiveness. Then kiss and make up.”
“I love kissing strangers. At Mardi Gras, I share
my lips like a madwoman.”
“Don’t forget your job is on the...
#lust
#marriage
#erotic
#coffee
#apocalypse
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 4:40am
14th Nov 2022 4:40am
Vegan Vampires
Vegan Vampires
“What is wrong with physical pleasure?”
“Your obsession with my lip sugar is a hunger kind of like a vampire’s craving. Maybe I should bite my lip and draw blood so you can enjoy the
kiss all the more. Why should I read Bram Stoker when I have a living Dracula for my husband?”
“You don’t see me salivating at the blood bank.”
“Hey, do you want garlic with your lasagna?”
“Of course, no pasta is complete without garlic.”
“You aren’t a vampire because those creatures are repelled by garlic.”
“If...
“What is wrong with physical pleasure?”
“Your obsession with my lip sugar is a hunger kind of like a vampire’s craving. Maybe I should bite my lip and draw blood so you can enjoy the
kiss all the more. Why should I read Bram Stoker when I have a living Dracula for my husband?”
“You don’t see me salivating at the blood bank.”
“Hey, do you want garlic with your lasagna?”
“Of course, no pasta is complete without garlic.”
“You aren’t a vampire because those creatures are repelled by garlic.”
“If...
#lust
#marriage
#satirical
#vampires
#dialogue
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 6:13am
13th Nov 2022 6:13am
Everything Ended Save Love in the Dark
Everything Ended Save Love in the Dark
We move from New Orleans to Baton Rouge after the great conflagration. Government buildings near the river are converted to apartments after Louisiana State Agencies are defunct from the tide of refugees from New Orleans. There are just too many people and not enough revenue once the New Orleans tax base is atomized.
Before my very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black-as-Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie.
This evening we lay in the heat with a ceiling fan as our...
We move from New Orleans to Baton Rouge after the great conflagration. Government buildings near the river are converted to apartments after Louisiana State Agencies are defunct from the tide of refugees from New Orleans. There are just too many people and not enough revenue once the New Orleans tax base is atomized.
Before my very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black-as-Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie.
This evening we lay in the heat with a ceiling fan as our...
#love
#romantic
#night
#apocalypse
#sensual
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_Skylark_
Poem Published
11th Nov 2022 5:09am
11th Nov 2022 5:09am
Scleral Etchings
I looked into his arctic blue eyes. My painted lips formed an even more painted on artificial smile. Artifice is, after all, an extension of nature, right? …Right? I hoped, likely in vain, that this caricaturization of natural human emotion distracted from the reflections in my eyes. Ones I feared might still be there after having blinked, slept, forgotten. Reflections in my glassy brown eyes of the countless Google searches ranging from “painless suicide methods” to “how long does it take to die from hanging?” I feared those inquiries were somehow permanently etched into the whites of my...
#suicide
#HumanRights
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Nov 2022 2:17am
11th Nov 2022 2:17am
Kill.. Kill
CASINO ROYALE HOTEL AND CASINO
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at her watch and waited. She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot against the marble floor.
The bathroom door opened.
“It’s about damn time.”
Ragan looked over at the door.
A woman walked to a bathroom stall and entered. She closed the bathroom door, and took care of her business.
Ragan heard the toilet flush.
The woman walked out the stall and headed over to the sink. She...
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at her watch and waited. She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot against the marble floor.
The bathroom door opened.
“It’s about damn time.”
Ragan looked over at the door.
A woman walked to a bathroom stall and entered. She closed the bathroom door, and took care of her business.
Ragan heard the toilet flush.
The woman walked out the stall and headed over to the sink. She...
#politics
#revenge
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Nov 2022 7:07pm
10th Nov 2022 7:07pm
Silent - Part 18: No Way Out
Gavin, Saturday May 2019:
In captivity, in this damp place, drugged up from the chloroform, glimpsing around in the dark to see if there's a way of escaping. There isn't, apart from physically attacking the Angel of Mercy - and to do that, I would need free legs and arms. He's tied them.
I don't know where he's gone. I've tried calling out to Lucy in the next room, my voice tiny in this vast space. But she hasn't heard me.
Or, maybe, she's heard me but chosen not to answer. Our relationship is complicated. Always has been.
Jace and I should...
In captivity, in this damp place, drugged up from the chloroform, glimpsing around in the dark to see if there's a way of escaping. There isn't, apart from physically attacking the Angel of Mercy - and to do that, I would need free legs and arms. He's tied them.
I don't know where he's gone. I've tried calling out to Lucy in the next room, my voice tiny in this vast space. But she hasn't heard me.
Or, maybe, she's heard me but chosen not to answer. Our relationship is complicated. Always has been.
Jace and I should...
#relationships
#memories
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 2:39pm
9th Nov 2022 2:39pm
The Witch Patch Ch 24
Dickie, Sally & Firefly Fairies
Hello again it’s me Blake, and as promised here is a little backstory about Dickie, Sally and the Firefly Fairies.
Dickie is up first—
A long long time ago, Dickie, in a drunken stupor during a family BBQ at our house was caught coming out of the barn with his pants down after he’d been humpin’ on-a big roundish orange and white flecked flower-gourd he had obviously carved a hole into!
The gourd was still in his hands when Dickie first stumbled outta the...
Hello again it’s me Blake, and as promised here is a little backstory about Dickie, Sally and the Firefly Fairies.
Dickie is up first—
A long long time ago, Dickie, in a drunken stupor during a family BBQ at our house was caught coming out of the barn with his pants down after he’d been humpin’ on-a big roundish orange and white flecked flower-gourd he had obviously carved a hole into!
The gourd was still in his hands when Dickie first stumbled outta the...
#PowerOfWords
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 00:45am
9th Nov 2022 00:45am
The Revenge of Atom
Eurydice, nicknamed Dizzy, was growing concerned about Edward. He was her son with David Wallace, a successful music producer in Los Angeles whose parents had operated a renowned chain of restaurants. And Dizzy herself was the daughter of a media giant and a minor aristocrat, so what infernal circumstances might have befallen young Edward, a physically and mentally healthy lad of 10 who lived most of the year not a stone’s throw from Hyde Park, were a little obscure.
But Dizzy was a sensitive woman who saw the petty cruelties of existence everywhere, from the checkout girl who gave...
But Dizzy was a sensitive woman who saw the petty cruelties of existence everywhere, from the checkout girl who gave...
#violence
#GunControl
#music #ShortStory
#music #ShortStory
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
