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
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
49 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:44pm
24th Dec 2024 4:44pm
Sessions Part 1 (continued)
Walking back into the office. Jordon’s wife quickly put her phone away in her purse.
“Sorry for the delay. I am sure you looked up my credentials, so you do not need me to go over them. Mrs. Sandals"
"Please call me Alondra"
"This session is for both of you. It is to strengthen your marriage so…”
“We are not married,” Alondra stated.
“Pardon?” I asked as I looked at both of them.
“We are not married. We are engaged and need to work on things before moving forward. I need our foundation to be solid.” Still,...
“Sorry for the delay. I am sure you looked up my credentials, so you do not need me to go over them. Mrs. Sandals"
"Please call me Alondra"
"This session is for both of you. It is to strengthen your marriage so…”
“We are not married,” Alondra stated.
“Pardon?” I asked as I looked at both of them.
“We are not married. We are engaged and need to work on things before moving forward. I need our foundation to be solid.” Still,...
#dialogue
91 reads
6 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 11:16am
24th Dec 2024 11:16am
Twas The Night Before A DeadLove Concert
Twas the night before the DeadLove concert at the North Pole. Kringle, hired us to put on a show for the workers. Well he says hired, when actually if was more like threatened and blackmailed to perform a Christmas Miracle.
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
#Christmas
#prose
113 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 1:21am
24th Dec 2024 1:21am
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
164 reads
6 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 3:35pm
22nd Dec 2024 3:35pm
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
105 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 5:06pm
20th Dec 2024 5:06pm
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
61 reads
0 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 10:01pm
19th Dec 2024 10:01pm
Surprise! (Part 2)
#dirty
#erotic
#orgasm #sex
#orgasm #sex
165 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 7:34pm
19th Dec 2024 7:34pm
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
96 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
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
60 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:53am
17th Dec 2024 10:53am
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
66 reads
0 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 11:21pm
15th Dec 2024 11:21pm
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
215 reads
20 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
Secrets - Haunted
I sleep badly, coming to often in the dark to the sound of banging pipes behind the walls and the night wind. Your mum's words to me at the house on Headersleigh Bridge replay each time I drift off, disturbing me again. You know perfectly well why the police came to see us, Alan. They had news for us. I wander over to the sink for a glass of water and switch on the television, leaving the volume on silent to avoid disturbing Robert. I sit wrapped in an old jacket, shivering. I wish Lana were here. I'm too tired to sleep, too tired to concentrate. I feel old.
I drift off again....
I drift off again....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
94 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 4)
