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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
Secrets - A Tense Conversation
We sit on the car park wall opposite Gordon's studio flat. The night air has a calming effect that leaves me exhausted, although perspiration continues to stream from my forehead and down my face, soaking my jumper and t-shirt. I take off my jacket, place it by my feet. Seeing this, Gordon gives a nervous laugh.
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
17th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Life Lesson Part 7 UK (f**king Ang)
It has been a while since I wrote a life lesson. I want to remind you that the year is 1989. I just made it back to the UK because my mother was not in the mood to deal with me.
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
I believe it was a chance for her to get her groove on without prying eyes.
My sister and I have been in the UK for over a week, and I started to feel…antsy. I wondered what David was up to.
I called the number he gave me the last time I was here, and his mum answered. Why did I call?
“Hello, is David home?” I asked
...
#narrative
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 2:18pm
14th Jan 2025 2:18pm
Secrets - The Pub Evening
When he goes to the bar, I ring Mel. Her line's busy.
'Hey,' Gordon says when he comes back with the drinks. 'Get this down you.'
The din in the next room gets louder. Music blares from the jukebox. A group of girls in their early or mid-twenties stream into the room where we are sitting, with bottles of wine. They call out hello, then make their way back out to the main area of the pub, giggling among themselves. One of the girls turns round and blows a kiss at Gordon.
Gordon starts to say something, but I'm no longer listening, just...
'Hey,' Gordon says when he comes back with the drinks. 'Get this down you.'
The din in the next room gets louder. Music blares from the jukebox. A group of girls in their early or mid-twenties stream into the room where we are sitting, with bottles of wine. They call out hello, then make their way back out to the main area of the pub, giggling among themselves. One of the girls turns round and blows a kiss at Gordon.
Gordon starts to say something, but I'm no longer listening, just...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:36pm
8th Jan 2025 1:36pm
Secrets - The Pub Evening (1)
After supper, I make the journey to Gordon's, reaching Burrington at around eight thirty. I park by an apartment block opposite the town's main car park, near the river. Gordon lives in a first floor studio flat, he told me yesterday on the phone. I press the buzzer.
'Hey, Al,' he says, grinning back at me when he appears in the ground floor lobby, more padded out than the last time we met. His hair's shorter and the blue t-shirt he has on shows off loads of muscle, more than before. His eyes are smiling too. I get the feeling he's dying to throw a punch at me just...
'Hey, Al,' he says, grinning back at me when he appears in the ground floor lobby, more padded out than the last time we met. His hair's shorter and the blue t-shirt he has on shows off loads of muscle, more than before. His eyes are smiling too. I get the feeling he's dying to throw a punch at me just...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:46pm
6th Jan 2025 1:46pm
The Bloodied Dandy
The hotel had been running since the Middle Ages and did a roaring trade in kitsch tours for people wanting to experience a little of the horror of murders that had happened there. Although the proprietors were innocent (tour guides employed by the hotel were at pains to emphasise) there was a conspiracy of highwaymen, as the 18th became the 19th century, to lure travellers and then kill and rob them in their rooms. One young Pink of the Ton (meaning a fashionable young man) was lured by the promise of elopement with a woman with whom he thought he had been in correspondence.
I was...
I was...
#ghosts
#historical
#horror #ShortStory
#horror #ShortStory
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
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ChaosScripted
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 9:20pm
5th Jan 2025 9:20pm
Shadows of Experiment
Title: The Web of Shadows: Unveiling the Octopus
Introduction
In "The Web of Shadows," we delve into the intricate and often opaque machinations of global power, drawing inspiration from Charlie Robinson's compelling "Octopus of Global Control." The narrative weaves together historical and contemporary operations that showcase the lengths to which governments will go to maintain control and influence over their populations and other nations. The story will intertwine the themes of surveillance, manipulation, and the erosion of civil liberties,...
Introduction
In "The Web of Shadows," we delve into the intricate and often opaque machinations of global power, drawing inspiration from Charlie Robinson's compelling "Octopus of Global Control." The narrative weaves together historical and contemporary operations that showcase the lengths to which governments will go to maintain control and influence over their populations and other nations. The story will intertwine the themes of surveillance, manipulation, and the erosion of civil liberties,...
#humankind
#science
#technology
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 7:38pm
31st Dec 2024 7:38pm
Sessions part 3
After we went over the rules, Jordan led me downstairs to the dungeons. I tried to control my laughter at hearing the word dungeons since we are not in the 1800s. But once I stepped downstairs, I realized it was every bit of a dungeon than I thought.
We went to one of the doors that had a one-way viewing glass. I witnessed nothing out of the ordinary. A woman with no clothes on is tied down to a bed. She looked nervous and aroused. Her nipples were hard and her skin flushed pink. Then I saw the cause of her unease.
“That's dangerous. Is he going to use that on her?” My...
We went to one of the doors that had a one-way viewing glass. I witnessed nothing out of the ordinary. A woman with no clothes on is tied down to a bed. She looked nervous and aroused. Her nipples were hard and her skin flushed pink. Then I saw the cause of her unease.
“That's dangerous. Is he going to use that on her?” My...
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#sex
152 reads
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 7:34pm
27th Dec 2024 7:34pm
Sessions part 2
The gray of the winter sky mimics how I'm feeling at this very moment. Playing over and over in my mind of the last session I just had with Jordan and his fiancée Alondra has me a little off kilter.
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a...
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a...
#dark
#dialogue
#strength
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 12:13pm
27th Dec 2024 12:13pm
Secrets - Freddy
The gym in Burrington draws me back and I go to see Gordon Day again. We arrange to get together for a drink at the weekend. Mel's far from happy when I tell her, especially as I promised her I wouldn't. Hoping to calm things, I take her and Robert out for dinner on Friday evening, sticking to soft drinks so she can enjoy a glass or two of wine with her pasta dish, but I can see she's concerned (and annoyed too) over my renewed contact with Gordon.
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
#friendship
#mystery
#risk
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DU Poetry : Long Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 3)
