Fictional Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Today 8:07am
Today 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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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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Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
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adagio
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 4:26am
2nd Feb 2025 4:26am
Echos
Lost light from twilight in her eyes, fading as I debauched her cavities probing her ass
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could...
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could...
#dark
#dirty
#erotic #horror
#erotic #horror
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
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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
64 reads
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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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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
80 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
Episodes or For Angels
Corrupting the limericks staining their innocence with the degeneracy
of a Butane ritual of a sensual witch and the womb's intimacy blowing
out the candle. Her skin was as pale as a shell of the arcane novels
she devoured as her veins throbbed hungering his naked scent. With
his insatiable cock Gila monster exploring her flesh in episodes
of breathlessness. As he probed her cavities of incestuous alchemy
between her thighs, restlessly...Straddling the bidet of her limerick's
mouth with her cunt's lips exhaling tunnel vision....
of a Butane ritual of a sensual witch and the womb's intimacy blowing
out the candle. Her skin was as pale as a shell of the arcane novels
she devoured as her veins throbbed hungering his naked scent. With
his insatiable cock Gila monster exploring her flesh in episodes
of breathlessness. As he probed her cavities of incestuous alchemy
between her thighs, restlessly...Straddling the bidet of her limerick's
mouth with her cunt's lips exhaling tunnel vision....
#erotic
#lust
#sex
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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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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose Seeking Advice: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
