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.
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 3:41pm
25th Oct 2024 3:41pm
First and Last Kiss
I wasn’t making any progress on my work and the deadline is in a week. I decided that I need a more structured environment. Being home my mind tends to wander to the wrong things. Focus has to me my main priority of the day.
Looking at the phone flashing showing a name that I do not want to talk to right now. If I am being honest at least to myself. It is him that is destroying my concentration. I saved my work, closed my laptop and grabbed my keys.
I had a thought to leave my phone but I knew that would not be wise. Other people like my publicist would need to...
Looking at the phone flashing showing a name that I do not want to talk to right now. If I am being honest at least to myself. It is him that is destroying my concentration. I saved my work, closed my laptop and grabbed my keys.
I had a thought to leave my phone but I knew that would not be wise. Other people like my publicist would need to...
#emotions
#gratitude
#loneliness
222 reads
14 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:35pm
25th Oct 2024 2:35pm
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
#HumanRights
#love
#rebellion
#romantic
#seductive
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
25th Oct 2024 2:10pm
Warhol of Love
Warhol of Love
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
“Your bed sheets are tangled as though you’d just come in from a drunk. You must drink like a fish to have let your bed get into such a disarray.”
“I am a social drinker. Just a glass of Pinot Noir gets me through the night.”
“In the spirit of the women’s temperance society I look askance at men who need alcohol to make their nights placid. Is the liquor a red herring for a deeper existential angst such as a conflict between the id and the superego?”
“Not at all. My self-esteem is just fine why thank you.”
“I see you...
#art
#books
#funny
#learning
#romantic
125 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 8:26pm
21st Oct 2024 8:26pm
The Silver Fox and the Huntress ( Ending)
As the fox follows the huntress, there are feelings. Natural instincts, to run and to never see this place again. But there is some kind of mystical force. A power he had never known that compels him to follow.
He entered a room he had never seen before. A room where you could not see the walls. They were covered and shared fabrics in colors of burnt amber and Tuscany brick. He paused at the door, and without even turning around, she said,” Come, come now. You do want that taste, do you not?”
Breathing in deep, a scent accosted him. An unfamiliar scent yet...
He entered a room he had never seen before. A room where you could not see the walls. They were covered and shared fabrics in colors of burnt amber and Tuscany brick. He paused at the door, and without even turning around, she said,” Come, come now. You do want that taste, do you not?”
Breathing in deep, a scent accosted him. An unfamiliar scent yet...
#orgasm
#seductive
#sensual
203 reads
12 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
Secrets - The Visit To Craig's Family
First weekend.
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
#family
#grief
#memories
#mystery
#risk
105 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 2:37am
21st Oct 2024 2:37am
The Silver Fox and The Huntress
Let me tell you a story about the great silver fox.
You may think this is an animal that runs in the woods. In the wild, and well, I don't want to dispute that.
These woods are made of concrete and steel. The huntresses have set out in search of the Silver fox.
Legend has it that the reason he has survived so long was due to his virility.
He's cunning and adaptable. Says all the right words and touches all the right places.
The moon is full tonight, and the huntress is on a mission.
Will she be able to capture this fox? ...
You may think this is an animal that runs in the woods. In the wild, and well, I don't want to dispute that.
These woods are made of concrete and steel. The huntresses have set out in search of the Silver fox.
Legend has it that the reason he has survived so long was due to his virility.
He's cunning and adaptable. Says all the right words and touches all the right places.
The moon is full tonight, and the huntress is on a mission.
Will she be able to capture this fox? ...
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
210 reads
18 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
102 reads
3 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 8:01pm
16th Oct 2024 8:01pm
The Non People Pleasing Serum.
#Christian
55 reads
0 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 10:47am
16th Oct 2024 10:47am
The Rainbow
It was the end of a tiring day.
And I began to head home.
I went into my house, a peace and quiet of my own.
I had a cup of mint tea.
And I relaxed as one should be.
Yet outside,I caught a light.
With colors,that take flight.
It was a colorful,amazing sight.
It was colorful,bright.
Not during night,but day.
Far,far away i the sky.
With colors you cannot deny.
And you let out a happy sigh.
It was a rainbow, made of light.
During day,not starry night.
It was colorful,like colorful sunrays. ...
And I began to head home.
I went into my house, a peace and quiet of my own.
I had a cup of mint tea.
And I relaxed as one should be.
Yet outside,I caught a light.
With colors,that take flight.
It was a colorful,amazing sight.
It was colorful,bright.
Not during night,but day.
Far,far away i the sky.
With colors you cannot deny.
And you let out a happy sigh.
It was a rainbow, made of light.
During day,not starry night.
It was colorful,like colorful sunrays. ...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
88 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
Secrets - The Disclosure
I have chips and gravy for tea, along with a couple of chunks of homemade bread to dip in the gravy. Doorsteps, we called them when we were kids. Mel shakes her head and says I need to eat more sensibly.
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
97 reads
8 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 2:33pm
14th Oct 2024 2:33pm
Alia the temptress
#Christian
56 reads
6 Comments
Panter896
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 12:43pm
14th Oct 2024 12:43pm
swallowed
Natalie was unforgettable.
The kind of woman who could make a room stop with just her presence.
She wasn’t just big, she was voluptuous—confident, curvy, and unapologetically sexy. Her hips were wide, her ass round, and her breasts always seemed to defy the tops she wore, straining against the fabric.
I’d always had a thing for women like her—soft, sensual, and proud.
We knew each other through mutual friends, and every time we were in the same room, there was an unspoken tension between us, something electric that we both felt but never...
The kind of woman who could make a room stop with just her presence.
She wasn’t just big, she was voluptuous—confident, curvy, and unapologetically sexy. Her hips were wide, her ass round, and her breasts always seemed to defy the tops she wore, straining against the fabric.
I’d always had a thing for women like her—soft, sensual, and proud.
We knew each other through mutual friends, and every time we were in the same room, there was an unspoken tension between us, something electric that we both felt but never...
#dirty
#erotic
#lust #sexy
#lust #sexy
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DU Poetry : Long Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 7)
