Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
Surprise! Part 3 (Next Morning)
#dirty
#erotic
#family
#orgasm
#sex
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
Once Upon A Dream
I had a dream the other day.
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 00:23am
10th Feb 2025 00:23am
Not A Book Worm
I moved into my new place of residence today
A lovely old wooden framed dwelling
With its own library
(I may become a book worm once ive settled!)
I should mention, that i don't own this property
And if the owners knew i was here
They would literally resort to any means to get me out
Even resorting to having me killed
So i keep a very low profile
Thus have moved into the loft
Hidden amongst the big oaken beams
I think i'm in luck
As i'm the only woodworm in the house!
by Jemia
A lovely old wooden framed dwelling
With its own library
(I may become a book worm once ive settled!)
I should mention, that i don't own this property
And if the owners knew i was here
They would literally resort to any means to get me out
Even resorting to having me killed
So i keep a very low profile
Thus have moved into the loft
Hidden amongst the big oaken beams
I think i'm in luck
As i'm the only woodworm in the house!
by Jemia
#funny
#nature
#philosophical
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:13pm
8th Feb 2025 11:13pm
Quiet, Human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules
"She's psychic!"
"There's no way she could be that intelligence. She's not special, she's not-"
Alia, with her eyes of depth that glow, is now under control. With her powers, she is like Mewtwo. She has control over the body and soul. The person who defied her, who put her down is now being manipulated into submission. Is now being shown the scary images of Alia's past.
"Make it stop!" They say.
"Quiet, human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules."
"STOP!"
Torture,...
"There's no way she could be that intelligence. She's not special, she's not-"
Alia, with her eyes of depth that glow, is now under control. With her powers, she is like Mewtwo. She has control over the body and soul. The person who defied her, who put her down is now being manipulated into submission. Is now being shown the scary images of Alia's past.
"Make it stop!" They say.
"Quiet, human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules."
"STOP!"
Torture,...
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:07am
8th Feb 2025 8:07am
Alia Roams
In the serial killer's home, Alia roams.
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
#SelfReflection
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
Treasure Within
I think that everyone is a treasure.
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical
#prose
#uplifting
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 10:58am
6th Feb 2025 10:58am
Shadows
I know the shadows in my home.
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil...
Or maybe in my room.
Sometimes I see them at night.
And I wonder if they are evil.
I watch them in wonder.
With thoughts confused,medieval.
Sometimes they watch me from the corners at night.
But I am not scared.
And I do not feel fright.
Because I know shadows exist for a reason.
They are formed sometimes by the sun.
No shadow exists for no reason.
Maybe it was the sun that casted the shadows at day.
And our inner darkness at night.
Maybe they are there to keep the evil...
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
5th Feb 2025 10:56am
Dear Reader
This must be what they talk about.
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
#books
#dreams
#hope
#love
#uplifting
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:05am
5th Feb 2025 7:05am
Her Picture
HER PICTURE
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
#anxiety
#confusion
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 12:02pm
4th Feb 2025 12:02pm
The Preservation Of Our Enchantments
Hanson wonders if the coordinates on the message board would direct more traffic to it. Largely undiscovered due to the unmaintained roads and proximity to a major city, its privacy has been well protected for those with the enthusiastic but discreet sense for such adventures. Hanson prefers that it stay that way, infuriated to see that it has gone public. It would pose a risk for those like himself, who have found such liberations on its shore.
He ropes Beth and Stu into joining him Saturday for the hour drive to survey the scene. They have all enjoyed the intoxicating...
He ropes Beth and Stu into joining him Saturday for the hour drive to survey the scene. They have all enjoyed the intoxicating...
#beach
#fiction
#memories
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 5)
