Long Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:55am
10th Mar 2025 10:55am
Yesterday's Dream
I knew him once upon a dream.
A dream like you have never seen.
And so have I.
But it seemed peaceful,with a light blue sky.
I saw a girl in that dream.
She was doubtful of all she's ever been.
She says,my pain I don't want you to carry.
I don't want you to worry,I want you to be merry.
The way she spoke in this vivid dream.
Like there is more to her than others have seen.
She says,but what if you don't like me?
What if you dislike the real me?
What if you don't like my flaws?
That stand out...
A dream like you have never seen.
And so have I.
But it seemed peaceful,with a light blue sky.
I saw a girl in that dream.
She was doubtful of all she's ever been.
She says,my pain I don't want you to carry.
I don't want you to worry,I want you to be merry.
The way she spoke in this vivid dream.
Like there is more to her than others have seen.
She says,but what if you don't like me?
What if you dislike the real me?
What if you don't like my flaws?
That stand out...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational
#sleep
#uplifting
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
Mass Earnis Ah Mass Ruben
(Patois)
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
#children
#curse
#father
#funny
#home
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
Feeling Of A New Book
Not much people talk about the feeling of a new book.
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
#books
#hope
#magic
#motivational
#prose
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 7:38am
3rd Mar 2025 7:38am
Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH4)
Chapter 4
I
Sister Christian, oh, the time has come…
Match flicked with finger, ignites hand rolled spliff,
the sound of inhaling ganja smoke, a line of smoke
rising from the smoking implement, forming into
letters of the finest poetry & magic.
Where you going? What you looking for?
Cipher walks over the emerald grass and periodic
concrete squares of the Tim Burton inspired
mansion, doing impromptu dance as he
walks, spliff in lips, humming...
I
Sister Christian, oh, the time has come…
Match flicked with finger, ignites hand rolled spliff,
the sound of inhaling ganja smoke, a line of smoke
rising from the smoking implement, forming into
letters of the finest poetry & magic.
Where you going? What you looking for?
Cipher walks over the emerald grass and periodic
concrete squares of the Tim Burton inspired
mansion, doing impromptu dance as he
walks, spliff in lips, humming...
#shadows
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:04pm
28th Feb 2025 1:04pm
Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH2)
Chapter 2
I
Cipher stands with dragon cane, admiring
the archway to Netherwoods Boardwalk, as
mercurial moonshine glitters over the surface
of the water, a sight, washing over his
perception like catharsis born and reborn,
a wave machine of purification of perception,
wave after wave, a constant source.
Eyes closed, he delves further into the frequency,
enhancing the senses.
It is the Frequency of Leviathan.
II
The Leviathan Meditations...
I
Cipher stands with dragon cane, admiring
the archway to Netherwoods Boardwalk, as
mercurial moonshine glitters over the surface
of the water, a sight, washing over his
perception like catharsis born and reborn,
a wave machine of purification of perception,
wave after wave, a constant source.
Eyes closed, he delves further into the frequency,
enhancing the senses.
It is the Frequency of Leviathan.
II
The Leviathan Meditations...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 9:46am
27th Feb 2025 9:46am
Jackie's Book of Shadows (Ch.1)
I
The brick absorbs a last gasp of gold,
drifting into scarlet shadows, whispering,
secrets, scattering, prior to perception,
ascending a winding line into the heights
of the building, where, Jackie sits by the
floor to ceiling window of her top floor
penthouse.
Paper skin fingers wrapped around crystal
tumbler with amber liquid, she makes a
circle, beginning the origins of a swirl. Her
chest constricts, every nerve ending screaming.
A treasure trove of pain.
The heart chakra, center of...
The brick absorbs a last gasp of gold,
drifting into scarlet shadows, whispering,
secrets, scattering, prior to perception,
ascending a winding line into the heights
of the building, where, Jackie sits by the
floor to ceiling window of her top floor
penthouse.
Paper skin fingers wrapped around crystal
tumbler with amber liquid, she makes a
circle, beginning the origins of a swirl. Her
chest constricts, every nerve ending screaming.
A treasure trove of pain.
The heart chakra, center of...
#shadows
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 10:57am
25th Feb 2025 10:57am
Her
I remember when we met as kids.
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
...
And we still believed in incredible things.
Her smile,her laughter.
I could just drink it in.
And when it subsides,her laughter.
A beautiful smile bringing me in.
I remember when we became teens.
And we were no longer kids.
We started going on dates.
To movies,playing games.
We were just enjoying our lives.
As we let out content sighs.
But years later,a virus had spread.
And her emotions,all I could read was fear.
And maybe holding back a tear.
...
#apocalypse
#hope
#ImSorry
#love
#redemption
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
Secrets - The Lost Friend
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: Vince Macarthur.
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
#BestFriend
#death
#grief #mystery
#grief #mystery
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Cobra1101
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 11:16pm
16th Feb 2025 11:16pm
Blind anger
I don’t like you for no reason, I know I’m dead wrong, I’m mad with myself so I need someone like you to take it out on,
See you the type person that’s been hurt before too, like you the type person go to work and come back home, that get hurt before two,
Two, p.m that is, like you ain’t been through enough, like you got a million tucked, like your daily life battles do not get rough,
Like I’m right for this, you wrong for that, looking for what you did to me, I just still can’t name that yet,
I know you did something, like you ain’t cry like I...
See you the type person that’s been hurt before too, like you the type person go to work and come back home, that get hurt before two,
Two, p.m that is, like you ain’t been through enough, like you got a million tucked, like your daily life battles do not get rough,
Like I’m right for this, you wrong for that, looking for what you did to me, I just still can’t name that yet,
I know you did something, like you ain’t cry like I...
#love
#ShortStory
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DU Poetry : Long Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)
