Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems published by members most recently online.
missjem56
Poem Published
30th May 2020 10:36am
30th May 2020 10:36am
Oberon visits Londinium
One fine day, Oberon, king of the fairies, decides to take time out of Fairyland, and decides to visit London,
there he intends to drink some fine wines, indulge in some earth food, and read a paper at an exclusive Gentlemans club.
He announces himself at the door of one such place, wearing his kingly robes. the doorman refuses him admittance, and requests that he leave, or the local constabulary would be summoned. the king is deeply offended at this treatment, and then insists he should be admitted, as he is King of The Fairies, and produces a handful of gold coins, and informs...
there he intends to drink some fine wines, indulge in some earth food, and read a paper at an exclusive Gentlemans club.
He announces himself at the door of one such place, wearing his kingly robes. the doorman refuses him admittance, and requests that he leave, or the local constabulary would be summoned. the king is deeply offended at this treatment, and then insists he should be admitted, as he is King of The Fairies, and produces a handful of gold coins, and informs...
#funny
#fairies
#ignorance #surreal
#ignorance #surreal
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
the stone that floated
a young acolyte, who recently
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
#Buddhist
162 reads
6 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 9:29pm
15th Jan 2020 9:29pm
The Lady Blue 7
That night, I had difficulty getting Gary off of my mind. Memories of us were impossible to ignore.
I remembered the time I got caught being in Gary's arms.it was during one of those endless parties my parents put on.
I was outside on the front porch when I turned to see him approaching me from out of nowhere.
"What are you doing outside,ma cheri?"
"Nothing, I replied in a near whisper as I felt one of his hands lightly brush my lower back.
"You looked like you were very deep in thought."
"To be honest, I was just wondering why you won't...
I remembered the time I got caught being in Gary's arms.it was during one of those endless parties my parents put on.
I was outside on the front porch when I turned to see him approaching me from out of nowhere.
"What are you doing outside,ma cheri?"
"Nothing, I replied in a near whisper as I felt one of his hands lightly brush my lower back.
"You looked like you were very deep in thought."
"To be honest, I was just wondering why you won't...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#crush
160 reads
8 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
170 reads
1 Comment
DystopianMelody
Poem Published
12th Jul 2013 1:32am
12th Jul 2013 1:32am
Chapter 1
It reached me. I would never have guessed it would spray this far. I could taste the blood as I watched, helpless, from the other side of the room, hands still raised in silent supplication to him to spare her. All I could do was watch as he slit her throat. There were no last words. He didn't gloat and give some self centred, long winded speech before he did it. He just slashed once, slowly let her drop to choke out her final breaths then moved towards me.
His footsteps echoed off the floorboards, sharp thuds that rang in my head as a counter rhythm to my heartbeats while I still...
His footsteps echoed off the floorboards, sharp thuds that rang in my head as a counter rhythm to my heartbeats while I still...
534 reads
4 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 2:23am
23rd May 2019 2:23am
Remniscent
I remember a time when I was young, and I could still dream in color...
A time when the days weren't so black and white; I could still see the beauty in the world before me.
I remember how vivid it all used to be; before I stopped listening, anyway.
Before I closed my eyes to the world,
Or before my eyes were closed for me...
The universe was my palate:
a brilliant spectrum of colors, with endless possibilities, and many different worlds to explore;
And I was the brush, painting my dreams on a pedestal before me, naive to the...
A time when the days weren't so black and white; I could still see the beauty in the world before me.
I remember how vivid it all used to be; before I stopped listening, anyway.
Before I closed my eyes to the world,
Or before my eyes were closed for me...
The universe was my palate:
a brilliant spectrum of colors, with endless possibilities, and many different worlds to explore;
And I was the brush, painting my dreams on a pedestal before me, naive to the...
#regret
#dreams
#death #memories
#death #memories
504 reads
25 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 6:17am
19th Jun 2019 6:17am
Been known to take pint glasses home
The night started walking west
down the road to the street kitchen
because fuck it hungry
all that was left was a mince pie
a loaf of bread that's ok
got tomatoes and cheese back home
Coffee?
Please thanks luv
drinking lidl ciders sitting on some monuments step chain smoking
people watching
because fuck it skint
Walking round town what to do?
some guy asks for a smoke or a light ...
down the road to the street kitchen
because fuck it hungry
all that was left was a mince pie
a loaf of bread that's ok
got tomatoes and cheese back home
Coffee?
Please thanks luv
drinking lidl ciders sitting on some monuments step chain smoking
people watching
because fuck it skint
Walking round town what to do?
some guy asks for a smoke or a light ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 8:52am
16th Mar 2020 8:52am
Fiction: Left of the kitchen.
I wouldn't have minded, if he'd caught his words on a spluttered inhale but that didn't happen. Instead, after those words fell out of his baratone throat, he smiled, removed his coffee from the counter and slithered out. I watched the elderly man in war dress flick through a book he'd retrieved from the community basket, a woman spoon fed her blancmange shaped baby. A small woodlouse crawled from the oak window sill, thought better of it and scurried back. The sunlight poured in staining the floor in rainbows.
She tilted her body out from the adjoining room, weighted on one foot,...
She tilted her body out from the adjoining room, weighted on one foot,...
#coffee
#food
#humankind
107 reads
1 Comment
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 10:52am
6th Oct 2019 10:52am
Hallowine
Hello!
Lovely to see you.
Please.
Come in.
Do sit down, make yourself comfortable.
May I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea- something stronger perhaps?
I do have wine. Red or white?
Red. Delicious! I’ll join you in a glass. I’ve just found a new pinot noir. I hope you’ll like it.
Your request to see me sounded
-urgent- I hope everything is all right.
Yes, I have noticed my husband has been working later than usual. Not altogether out of the ordinary though. Why do...
Lovely to see you.
Please.
Come in.
Do sit down, make yourself comfortable.
May I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea- something stronger perhaps?
I do have wine. Red or white?
Red. Delicious! I’ll join you in a glass. I’ve just found a new pinot noir. I hope you’ll like it.
Your request to see me sounded
-urgent- I hope everything is all right.
Yes, I have noticed my husband has been working later than usual. Not altogether out of the ordinary though. Why do...
#jealousy
#wife
#husband #girlfriend
#husband #girlfriend
257 reads
18 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
18th Oct 2020 3:02am
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Saturn's rings rolled into a stogie
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
Puff the magic con artist clowns around Magazine Street. He wears pantaloons and tips his stovepipe hat for jelly roll dollars in the New Orleans blues night.
He grabs a flask of whiskey. Then he shysters a couple of tourists with a rendition of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day.” His voice gets gravelly from forty years of smokes. A snowbird lays a ten-dollar bill in his cardboard cache. He tips his hat like a true southern gentleman.
He strolls to St. Charles Avenue for a streetcar ride to Carrollton, where pork bellies and...
#depression
#violence
#music #apocalypse
#music #apocalypse
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Northern1
Poem Published
7th May 2016 7:54pm
7th May 2016 7:54pm
Tea And Biscuits With An Alien
Rudy is an alien. For the lack of a better description lets call him a grey.
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
579 reads
5 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
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2 Comments
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