Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
Secrets - Creaking Floorboards
They say that you and I never went to Vince Macarthur's house, only Gordon did. But I did go, and so did you. I remember the three of us going and I remember the house well. The faded curtains. The musty smells. The shabby carpets. The elusive dancing shadows behind the loose banisters on the staircase. The torn settee by a pile of dusty newspapers. The purple vase in the corner with a fine wiry pattern etched in the glasswork. The metal guard around the gas fire. Model aeroplanes in the sitting room. Spitfires. Lancaster Bombers.
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
#fear
#friendship
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 10:00pm
28th Jan 2025 10:00pm
Level 0
Princess Alia finds herself in The Woodlands Mall, but something is off. Something is...different.
She's in the front entrance, where she expects to see a food court and pathways either left or right.
But she sees instead an elevator in front of her and a build in wall. She can't ignore it, she can't look back. This is it.
She walks forward, step by step until she hits the button. The doors immediately open. She's on floor 4. Earth realm.
The elevator moves without her pressing any buttons. She sees the bunny's face mounted on the wall, prompted to...
She's in the front entrance, where she expects to see a food court and pathways either left or right.
But she sees instead an elevator in front of her and a build in wall. She can't ignore it, she can't look back. This is it.
She walks forward, step by step until she hits the button. The doors immediately open. She's on floor 4. Earth realm.
The elevator moves without her pressing any buttons. She sees the bunny's face mounted on the wall, prompted to...
#spiritual
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 2:51pm
28th Jan 2025 2:51pm
THE ADVENTURE OF STUMPY AND THE DUMPSTER BOY
A three legged dog with brown curly fur waited in the alleyway.
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
#dogs
#dreams
#nightmares
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
The Poet
They say the poet's weapon is not a sword.
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:52pm
27th Jan 2025 10:52pm
TAG, YOU'RE IT! _ with "Vision_of_insanity"
They played a fierce game of tag all of their lives
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his...
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his...
#collaboration
#dark
#friendship
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 2:40pm
26th Jan 2025 2:40pm
The Portal
Princess Alia circles her pointed finger around and around, opening the portal of Hell.
"Yahweh, I know the truth, you bitch! You're the real devil that's keeping us all down. So, why don't you? Why don't you take me to the abyss?"
Hell. Admit one.
She saw this on a girl's earrings at Best Buy before.
And she knows it very well is a sign...
A sign that's she's the one who will go.
Once a man named Jesus went to Hell for 3 billion years...
Now, a woman must go... The Princess of Hell and Earth...
"Yahweh, I know the truth, you bitch! You're the real devil that's keeping us all down. So, why don't you? Why don't you take me to the abyss?"
Hell. Admit one.
She saw this on a girl's earrings at Best Buy before.
And she knows it very well is a sign...
A sign that's she's the one who will go.
Once a man named Jesus went to Hell for 3 billion years...
Now, a woman must go... The Princess of Hell and Earth...
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 10:51am
26th Jan 2025 10:51am
Song
We all have that one song.
That we remembered for very long.
The one whose lyrics is very strong.
And connects to us deeply.
The one that comforts us.
And stays in our minds neatly.
Maybe it's a song you heard as a kid.
Or a song you heard on the radio.
Maybe it's a song you like to sing.
Or a song you heard at a rodeo.
When the lyrics speaks to you in a way none does.
When the melody beats in your ears.
The way nothing else does.
Like the first time you heard it at a certain age.
And you grew up,you...
That we remembered for very long.
The one whose lyrics is very strong.
And connects to us deeply.
The one that comforts us.
And stays in our minds neatly.
Maybe it's a song you heard as a kid.
Or a song you heard on the radio.
Maybe it's a song you like to sing.
Or a song you heard at a rodeo.
When the lyrics speaks to you in a way none does.
When the melody beats in your ears.
The way nothing else does.
Like the first time you heard it at a certain age.
And you grew up,you...
#hope
#lyrics
#motivational
#music
#uplifting
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
Secrets - The Email
Email to Robert Holmes
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
#deception
#mystery
#separation
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 4:37pm
25th Jan 2025 4:37pm
Holes
"So, young lady, you aim to tidy up your flat?"
"Yes indeed!" said i with great enthusiasm"
"Ive been planning it for years!"
"And hoping soon, that these plans will come into fruition!"
"Which in turn, will result in the much awaited tidy up!"
"I think your flat may need tidying down!"
I suddenly recognised this person, i hadn't seen him for a while
And had been wondering what on earth he was doing in my flat?
Then remembered, it was my landlord!
"I'm afraid i can't fix the...
"Yes indeed!" said i with great enthusiasm"
"Ive been planning it for years!"
"And hoping soon, that these plans will come into fruition!"
"Which in turn, will result in the much awaited tidy up!"
"I think your flat may need tidying down!"
I suddenly recognised this person, i hadn't seen him for a while
And had been wondering what on earth he was doing in my flat?
Then remembered, it was my landlord!
"I'm afraid i can't fix the...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#prose #satirical
#prose #satirical
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
The Ship Sails
High in the mountains,the sun veils.
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
#hope
#magic
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
Secrets - Kerry
Can't you get a taxi?' Mel says when I phone to tell her that I'm too drunk to drive home.
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#mystery
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