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.
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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Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (3)
After a cup of tea in Mel's flat, I return for the rest of the luggage, grab the remaining bags from the boot of my car and use the electronic keypad to get back in The Factory. Once inside, I drag my belongings to the lift at the side of the building and ride up to the top storey, watching each floor disappear through the door panel. Mel's flat faces mine across the drop. I don't like heights, though. Never have done. The surrounding valley looks tiny from the drop.
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
#breakup
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
125 reads
6 Comments
Panter896
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 6:43pm
11th Oct 2024 6:43pm
Playing my role keeps her coming back for more
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#passion
#sex
194 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
90 reads
6 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 7:32pm
8th Oct 2024 7:32pm
The Call of the Dhampir
Adorjan
Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we were sired
from. Vampire or the living immortals.
Normally you would hear that they hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.
That is not who they are. We are the offspring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when there is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.
Our appetites are as...
Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we were sired
from. Vampire or the living immortals.
Normally you would hear that they hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.
That is not who they are. We are the offspring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when there is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.
Our appetites are as...
#vampires
208 reads
19 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 4:28pm
7th Oct 2024 4:28pm
Brick and Mortar
Houses are of brick and mortar. If there's evil, it's in someone's heart. I don't remember who said that, but it mostly holds true. I say mostly because sometimes the evil in someone's heart can leach into the brick-and-mortar. The house on Cromwell Row was like that. It was one of five uniform constructions backing onto farmer's fields, the opposite of what you would imagine when given the prompt "haunted house". There were no gables, no accidents of architecture turning upper windows into eyes, and it was only one floor, a bungalow, just like its mates.
My husband and I...
My husband and I...
#fiction
#ghosts
#horror #ShortStory
#horror #ShortStory
159 reads
3 Comments
case28
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 3:55pm
7th Oct 2024 3:55pm
Nobody Knows - The Creator of Our Own Demise
I. The Cleaner
The guy meticulously mops the cultured marble floor in a Vegas hotel lobby at 5 AM. Nobody knows he’s studying medicine at Harvard. The general manager watches every second the cleaner stands motionless, staring at his phone. The man with two minds types a reply with his thumbs to his long-distance girlfriend, reminding her that he's busy preparing for clinical exams, unable to engage in her emotional fallacies with phallicism.
II. Data Entry [escapist]
On the other side of the world, the hotel cleaner’s...
The guy meticulously mops the cultured marble floor in a Vegas hotel lobby at 5 AM. Nobody knows he’s studying medicine at Harvard. The general manager watches every second the cleaner stands motionless, staring at his phone. The man with two minds types a reply with his thumbs to his long-distance girlfriend, reminding her that he's busy preparing for clinical exams, unable to engage in her emotional fallacies with phallicism.
II. Data Entry [escapist]
On the other side of the world, the hotel cleaner’s...
#love
#scifi
#sex #technology
#sex #technology
265 reads
2 Comments
Panter896
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 7:42pm
6th Oct 2024 7:42pm
Secret Mexican lover
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#sex
155 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 9:27am
6th Oct 2024 9:27am
Secrets - Confrontation (2)
A fresh downpour has started. I make my way down the hill, stopping when I hear footsteps. Nothing. I continue on through the icy wind to the clearing where I've parked my car. The dog's barking gets louder in the distance. Nearby, more branches snap. Silence again. The white van is still parked a few yards from my car.
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
112 reads
9 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
208 reads
14 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 00:24am
6th Oct 2024 00:24am
Shhh...Silence
The Hoia Forest, known as the Bermuda Triangle of Romania, a source of every eerie, unusual activity. Trees grew with strange shapes, twisting and wriggling into the most strange forms, morphed and bent in peculiar ways, together creating a pine green canopy covering the soil with a thick blanket of merged foliage, casting shadows over the atmosphere. The swirling fog throughout the woods made it even harder to see the darkness lurking around.
Locals warned of the danger taking root in there. Many hikers, adventurers and even idiotic paranormal enthusiasts—such as myself—who find...
Locals warned of the danger taking root in there. Many hikers, adventurers and even idiotic paranormal enthusiasts—such as myself—who find...
#dark
#fear
#scary
108 reads
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
5th Oct 2024 11:03am
Autumn
On a cold,autumn day.
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
Leaves fall and dance the day away.
Like ballerinas up in the sky.
They fly and crunch under your feet.
And their grace is what you meet.
You go onto the bench,on your seat.
With leaves crunching under your feet.
While the other leaves fly.
And they dance in the sky like ballerinas.
Only to fall onto the ground.
They sway like dancers on the cold,autumn ground.
Maybe just one cold,autumn day.
You'll join them and dance the day away.
Leading to a starry night.
With no leaves left...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#nature
#trees
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