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.
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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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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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
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Three Clowns for Samhain

#corruption
#dark
#Halloween
#horror
#murder
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When Flowers Bloom
When it's spring it's a surprise.
The glowing stars in the skies.
The flowers all begin to bloom.
And you give them to a wedded bride and groom.
The colors,you can arrange.
And maybe get a chance.
Of a colorful,new romance.
Roses represent grace.
And put a smile on your face.
They come in so many varieties and ways.
Daisies,white petals.
In the cold,midnight rain.
When flowers bloom,you feel no pain.
All the colors on the field.
And the pollen that they shield.
It's like a game of...
The glowing stars in the skies.
The flowers all begin to bloom.
And you give them to a wedded bride and groom.
The colors,you can arrange.
And maybe get a chance.
Of a colorful,new romance.
Roses represent grace.
And put a smile on your face.
They come in so many varieties and ways.
Daisies,white petals.
In the cold,midnight rain.
When flowers bloom,you feel no pain.
All the colors on the field.
And the pollen that they shield.
It's like a game of...
#happiness
#hope
#nature #uplifting
#nature #uplifting
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Met a stranger on an app now she's a repeat customer

#erotic
#lust
#sensual #sex
#sensual #sex
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Silent - Samantha
By the time I return to The Factory, the hall lights have come back on. I find Mel by the lift, fiddling with a fuse box, but there's no sign of Robert. I'm about to ask why Robert's upstairs on his own when Mel hears my footsteps, turns round and smiles. I nearly take a step back. The woman isn't Mel, just someone who resembles her, more in height than anything else. The girl, about my sister's age, maybe younger, has long dark brown hair and wears a blue top and pair of tight jeans. She has no shoes on. I would imagine she must be freezing.
'Hi there. You're new, aren't you?'...
'Hi there. You're new, aren't you?'...
#mystery
#risk
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