Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Sessions Part 1
Memory distorts
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
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Emerald Eyes of Flame
Halfway thru my rotation, I saw her. And time, for me, came to a stop. As it always does in the presence of Nyema Devine.
She looked as stunning as I remembered her being. Dressed much differently than our first encounter. Timeless in her unique, elegant way. Unchanged as only a goddess could be, yet looking both similar to and different from it in equal parts.
Honored and awed, I studied her. Her form. Her features. Her body language. Purposely, I avoided her intense, emerald-green eyes.
Knowing the import of her appearing in this public place, and aware...
She looked as stunning as I remembered her being. Dressed much differently than our first encounter. Timeless in her unique, elegant way. Unchanged as only a goddess could be, yet looking both similar to and different from it in equal parts.
Honored and awed, I studied her. Her form. Her features. Her body language. Purposely, I avoided her intense, emerald-green eyes.
Knowing the import of her appearing in this public place, and aware...
#earth
#mythology
#nature
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Temperance (Twin Sword of Excalibur)
Everyone knows the story of Excalibur, King Arthur's sword, yet they have forgotten to mention that the creation of Excalibur was not a singular event. A second sword was created—its twin sword, Temperance.
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
#prose
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Painting
I pick up my brush.
And I don't paint in a rush.
I begin to paint a rosy bush.
Roses,covered in thorns.
I paint a lively,blue sky.
And bumblebees,birds that begin to fly.
Maybe an ocean,a cloud that cry.
With soothing sounds of rain.
I'll paint myself and I won't feel any pain.
Maybe a rainbow on the other side.
And color palette in which I take pride.
Let's paint ourselves together like a work of art.
Because things have been rough and we worked hard.
Let us paint us on a stage far away from home.
A...
And I don't paint in a rush.
I begin to paint a rosy bush.
Roses,covered in thorns.
I paint a lively,blue sky.
And bumblebees,birds that begin to fly.
Maybe an ocean,a cloud that cry.
With soothing sounds of rain.
I'll paint myself and I won't feel any pain.
Maybe a rainbow on the other side.
And color palette in which I take pride.
Let's paint ourselves together like a work of art.
Because things have been rough and we worked hard.
Let us paint us on a stage far away from home.
A...
#art
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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Secrets - The Contact
Yeah, I have a secret journal. Case notes relating to you. After the crowbar attack, Lana asked me to let the past go – which I did. Maybe not entirely, though. When Lana left during the summer, I created the secret journal, encrypting the content for privacy.
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
#memories
#mystery
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Surprise! (Part 2)
#dirty
#erotic
#orgasm #sex
#orgasm #sex
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Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
#dreams
#magic
#surreal
#tea
#women
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Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
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Musical Dimension
To me,music can be used to travel.
To lands far away.
Mysteries,unravel.
And we play it as begin to travel.
We travel to a magical land.
A gate covered by magic.
Where you say the magic words.
And escape anything tragic with a tap.
A click,or a snap.
If you just sing the magic words.
You'll travel new worlds.
And unravel the mysteries of life.
Listen,headphones on and thrive.
As you watch the glowing moon at night.
Maybe you'll go to a concern tonight.
And music,magic will take flight. ...
To lands far away.
Mysteries,unravel.
And we play it as begin to travel.
We travel to a magical land.
A gate covered by magic.
Where you say the magic words.
And escape anything tragic with a tap.
A click,or a snap.
If you just sing the magic words.
You'll travel new worlds.
And unravel the mysteries of life.
Listen,headphones on and thrive.
As you watch the glowing moon at night.
Maybe you'll go to a concern tonight.
And music,magic will take flight. ...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
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Mirror of Self-Loath
Restless & irritable...Pains of uncomfortable, underlining new skin of suffocation. Drowning sober of choking. Treading with my head just above the waves of living life...Hardest job, Work load of constant strident drive. Harder when you don't want to try. Never the driver, just a passenger of backseat status. Can't see ahead, just the rear view mirror of backwards flow, filling the shoes I've already tread. Lectures of I told you so, always a fuck up, sights of never right. Now I recall why I jumped & took this flight of astronomical sight. Ennui feelings of listlessness caused by...
#addiction
#despair
#drugs
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
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The Reawakening of Shar
The beginning of my beginning
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
#prose
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Sweets
I still remember the scent.
Of chocolate,wet cement.
When I was still a child.
And all of the pain was mild.
I remember the scent of pastries.
With cream and chocolate chips.
I remember her cookies.
So good,you would lick your lips.
And maybe homemade,vanilla cake.
That you and your family would make.
Maybe the scent and taste of caramel.
If only I could remember the smell.
I would have a fairytale to tell.
One day,I will also try to bake.
Maybe while painting an ethereal lake.
I will...
Of chocolate,wet cement.
When I was still a child.
And all of the pain was mild.
I remember the scent of pastries.
With cream and chocolate chips.
I remember her cookies.
So good,you would lick your lips.
And maybe homemade,vanilla cake.
That you and your family would make.
Maybe the scent and taste of caramel.
If only I could remember the smell.
I would have a fairytale to tell.
One day,I will also try to bake.
Maybe while painting an ethereal lake.
I will...
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia
#uplifting
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