Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Alice
Alice stayed at home.
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 17
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 16
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 15
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 14
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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Silent - The Moment Of Truth
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Bed and shower. At around half three, Philippa went back to her room to fetch a bottle of white wine and plastic cups, and we headed downstairs to the Remembrance Garden.
'What's really going on?' I said. 'You reinventing your background and coming here? Altering your age? Saying you're from Kent when you're from Exeter? Your interest in the fire?' I couldn't bring myself to mention Philippa's half-sister Lucy, since it seemed out of order, like betraying Lucy.
'I suppose now's the right time to tell you,' Philippa said. 'I'm the...
Bed and shower. At around half three, Philippa went back to her room to fetch a bottle of white wine and plastic cups, and we headed downstairs to the Remembrance Garden.
'What's really going on?' I said. 'You reinventing your background and coming here? Altering your age? Saying you're from Kent when you're from Exeter? Your interest in the fire?' I couldn't bring myself to mention Philippa's half-sister Lucy, since it seemed out of order, like betraying Lucy.
'I suppose now's the right time to tell you,' Philippa said. 'I'm the...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 13
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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Ballad Of The Moon
I hear the moon singing a tune.
All very soon,in my head.
In my thoughts,in my bed.
I shined brightly with the light of the sun.
Warm and cozy.
As the moon sang her song.
The moon will sing for me.
She will glow brightly.
And set us free.
She loves us,just like the sun.
Orange,yellow in the night.
An eternal nightlight.
Shiny,bright moonlight.
And all it takes is a full moon.
To feel the bliss,happy,hopeful.
And you feel swoon.
I hear the moon singing a song.
And...
All very soon,in my head.
In my thoughts,in my bed.
I shined brightly with the light of the sun.
Warm and cozy.
As the moon sang her song.
The moon will sing for me.
She will glow brightly.
And set us free.
She loves us,just like the sun.
Orange,yellow in the night.
An eternal nightlight.
Shiny,bright moonlight.
And all it takes is a full moon.
To feel the bliss,happy,hopeful.
And you feel swoon.
I hear the moon singing a song.
And...
#moon
#night
#nature
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 12
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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Welcome to the Party Chapter 11
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
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House Of Nostalgia
You were lost in the deep,dark forest.
Trying to find the way back home fast.
And all hope was slowly lost.
Suddenly,it began to rain.
And you hear the wind whisper your name.
You look for shelter,there you see.
A haunted house,empty,avaible for thee.
You take a closer look.
Few steps closer ,you began to look.
With its old,broken windows.
Creaking,open doors.
Old,red carpet.
And fancy,wooden floors.
And empty,luxurious halls.
It looked really old, a century or two.
And it's said to have...
Trying to find the way back home fast.
And all hope was slowly lost.
Suddenly,it began to rain.
And you hear the wind whisper your name.
You look for shelter,there you see.
A haunted house,empty,avaible for thee.
You take a closer look.
Few steps closer ,you began to look.
With its old,broken windows.
Creaking,open doors.
Old,red carpet.
And fancy,wooden floors.
And empty,luxurious halls.
It looked really old, a century or two.
And it's said to have...
#uplifting
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Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
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