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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:59am
Yesterday 3:59am
She Was The Only Rose In Osiris’ Wasteland
We fly like angels through tin pan alley on wings of warbled words along trashcan roads to secret wrecks lost in the junkyards of derelict dreams. Drunk on persimmon wine I carry her down memory lane looking for derelict cars in the haze of lost America where crushed beer bottles are strewn on junkyard plantations of golden-age rust buckets. A mustang chassis catches the rain. The concentric circles of a shattered windshield are a catcher of the American dream. The hood is a seat for weary pilgrims who can’t find their way home. Lost in the purple sunset we await the gospel dawn in the...
#happiness
#marriage
#romantic #homelessness
#romantic #homelessness
28 reads
2 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
30th Nov 2022 2:07am
30th Nov 2022 2:07am
Sacrificial Lambs
(This is a condensed excerpt from a longer story)
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...When we moved, during my tenth year, to Miami, I was as nervous as I was intrigued. An actual city. No more rural life. No more green mountains in summer, or snow covered ones in winter, that we would slide down on pieces of cardboard that we could hopefully find.
The day that we first drove in to Miami, my parents tried to warn me; Don't talk to any dark skinned people, just stay away. That's all that they would say about it. No reasonings...
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...When we moved, during my tenth year, to Miami, I was as nervous as I was intrigued. An actual city. No more rural life. No more green mountains in summer, or snow covered ones in winter, that we would slide down on pieces of cardboard that we could hopefully find.
The day that we first drove in to Miami, my parents tried to warn me; Don't talk to any dark skinned people, just stay away. That's all that they would say about it. No reasonings...
#childhood
#philosophical
92 reads
17 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 1:52pm
29th Nov 2022 1:52pm
Silent, A Ghost From The Past
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
She took a step back, struggling to control her breathing. Arthur Harlesden had arrived, rosy apple cheeks and specs. Another vague figure from her childhood, always on the outskirts. He reassembled Dad. Older, though. Much older, and taller. Eerie. Almost as if Dad had come back.
The Ogre (Agnes) and Arthur Harlesden, both together in the same room. No way could this be happening. Apparently, they hadn't spoken since the fire. They never got on.
It was time to go over to the staff table. Her hands shook when she served the elderly...
She took a step back, struggling to control her breathing. Arthur Harlesden had arrived, rosy apple cheeks and specs. Another vague figure from her childhood, always on the outskirts. He reassembled Dad. Older, though. Much older, and taller. Eerie. Almost as if Dad had come back.
The Ogre (Agnes) and Arthur Harlesden, both together in the same room. No way could this be happening. Apparently, they hadn't spoken since the fire. They never got on.
It was time to go over to the staff table. Her hands shook when she served the elderly...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
27 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:31am
27th Nov 2022 1:31am
Life On The Run
CHANNEL 26 NEWS
NEW ORLEANS. LOUISISANA
“We here at Channel 26 News have never reported anything of this nature. For those of you who are just tuning in.”
The news reporter looked down at a piece of paper in her hand, and then looked up. “
A Miss. Rajeen Nadia Whitlow, arrested for the serial crimes that date back three years in New Orleans, and possible facing more criminal charges in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Mississippi, has escaped.”
The news reporter glanced down at a cue card in her hand.
“This updated news report gets complicated...
NEW ORLEANS. LOUISISANA
“We here at Channel 26 News have never reported anything of this nature. For those of you who are just tuning in.”
The news reporter looked down at a piece of paper in her hand, and then looked up. “
A Miss. Rajeen Nadia Whitlow, arrested for the serial crimes that date back three years in New Orleans, and possible facing more criminal charges in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Mississippi, has escaped.”
The news reporter glanced down at a cue card in her hand.
“This updated news report gets complicated...
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal #deception
#betrayal #deception
170 reads
10 Comments
Tlass01
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 2:30pm
26th Nov 2022 2:30pm
The Debt is Paid
As I set in the metal chair in front of the window realizing everything has finally caught up with me. They will come for me. The only light in the room is that of a bent blind from the window overlooking an alley filled with trash.
Silence overtakes the room as the sound of slow steps from the hallway destract me from my thoughts. The steps are getting closer. Whoever it is, is wearing loud shoes. Amateurs! Crooked politicians and cover ups are going to get me killed.
The steps reach the door and stop. As the knob turns slowly, I take steady aim, ready for...
Silence overtakes the room as the sound of slow steps from the hallway destract me from my thoughts. The steps are getting closer. Whoever it is, is wearing loud shoes. Amateurs! Crooked politicians and cover ups are going to get me killed.
The steps reach the door and stop. As the knob turns slowly, I take steady aim, ready for...
#fiction
#ShortStory
26 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2022 7:16pm
23rd Nov 2022 7:16pm
Silent - Part 20: Arthur Harlesden
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Weird atmosphere everywhere. I'd already seen Agnes Harlesden in passing. I thought she looked like Princess Anne, an older version, with a walking stick, hair piled high in a knot. Just my opinion, though.
Dinner took place in another formal room, all polished flooring and high ceilings, with steps leading down to the outside patio and the tiered gardens beyond with their statues and water fountains. I followed Philippa to one end of a long table with a white tablecloth. The afternoon was sticky and close, with dark grey-black clouds pinched...
Weird atmosphere everywhere. I'd already seen Agnes Harlesden in passing. I thought she looked like Princess Anne, an older version, with a walking stick, hair piled high in a knot. Just my opinion, though.
Dinner took place in another formal room, all polished flooring and high ceilings, with steps leading down to the outside patio and the tiered gardens beyond with their statues and water fountains. I followed Philippa to one end of a long table with a white tablecloth. The afternoon was sticky and close, with dark grey-black clouds pinched...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
40 reads
0 Comments
Nilknarfar
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 9:52pm
19th Nov 2022 9:52pm
The Coffee Shop
He shouldnt be here. This is stalking. But He decided enough time had passed. And she would never expect to see him like this. So he began to track her, figuring he’d catch her scent in the market. Even a goddess needs to eat.
He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them. He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill. He’s here for big game.
Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed. It’s as if people...
He’s surrounded by domesticated animals in high heels who have no idea something feral lurks among them. He’s picked more than a few of them out of his teeth before, but easy prey provides little thrill. He’s here for big game.
Hiding in plain sight is remarkably effective, but one always has a sense of feeling exposed. It’s as if people...
#secrets
#escape
#manipulation
49 reads
0 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 4:46pm
19th Nov 2022 4:46pm
The Order (Prologue)
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
43 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 7:50pm
17th Nov 2022 7:50pm
Silent - Part 19: The Man At The Fire
Saturday, May 2019, Lucy:
The torch lamp casts a sickly glow in the darkened room. She tenses. Recoils, picks up again on a hidden threat. Who is this man? Someone very disturbed. Physically strong. Able to lift Gavin from a van, bring him in and carry him down an unlit corridor while holding a torch.
'What's the matter, Lucy?' the Angel of Mercy says.
She doesn't answer. Pretends to be half-asleep.
'I asked you a question, Lucy. Aren't you well?'
'Tired,' she mumbles. 'Haven't eaten.’
'You've only been here a day....
The torch lamp casts a sickly glow in the darkened room. She tenses. Recoils, picks up again on a hidden threat. Who is this man? Someone very disturbed. Physically strong. Able to lift Gavin from a van, bring him in and carry him down an unlit corridor while holding a torch.
'What's the matter, Lucy?' the Angel of Mercy says.
She doesn't answer. Pretends to be half-asleep.
'I asked you a question, Lucy. Aren't you well?'
'Tired,' she mumbles. 'Haven't eaten.’
'You've only been here a day....
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
42 reads
0 Comments
SunFox
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 2:03am
16th Nov 2022 2:03am
The Blood and Rain of Pennsylvania
In 1953 Heinsburg, Pennsylvania, a young girl played in the grass by the forest edge. The mother and father sat upon their porch swing at the front of the cottage, watching their child. Spontaneously, dark clouds covered the sky, yet the parents thought nothing of it, for rain was a common occurrence and never posed any danger to threaten their well-being. “Papa!” the young girl clamored,“ Papa!” At that moment the birds stopped chirping, the breeze stopped blowing, and the clouds lay still as a stone in the sky. Then a droplet landed before the small girl, yet it was no ordinary rain. More...
#betrayal
#evil
#ShortStory
31 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 1:16am
15th Nov 2022 1:16am
Coffee Apocalypse
Coffee Apocalypse
Rowena lands a gig at a surviving coffee shop to keep her panties in the closet and stay clothed for the camera. I show up incognito to all the baristas but Ro.
Ro’s boss says “This man is a dedicated recycler and you got him a fresh lid for his refill. You must make it up to him.”
“Oh. Gladly, what must I do?”
“Go into the closet, get on your knees, and beg for his forgiveness. Then kiss and make up.”
“I love kissing strangers. At Mardi Gras, I share
my lips like a madwoman.”
“Don’t forget your job is on the...
Rowena lands a gig at a surviving coffee shop to keep her panties in the closet and stay clothed for the camera. I show up incognito to all the baristas but Ro.
Ro’s boss says “This man is a dedicated recycler and you got him a fresh lid for his refill. You must make it up to him.”
“Oh. Gladly, what must I do?”
“Go into the closet, get on your knees, and beg for his forgiveness. Then kiss and make up.”
“I love kissing strangers. At Mardi Gras, I share
my lips like a madwoman.”
“Don’t forget your job is on the...
#lust
#marriage
#erotic
#coffee
#apocalypse
56 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 4:40am
14th Nov 2022 4:40am
Vegan Vampires
Vegan Vampires
“What is wrong with physical pleasure?”
“Your obsession with my lip sugar is a hunger kind of like a vampire’s craving. Maybe I should bite my lip and draw blood so you can enjoy the
kiss all the more. Why should I read Bram Stoker when I have a living Dracula for my husband?”
“You don’t see me salivating at the blood bank.”
“Hey, do you want garlic with your lasagna?”
“Of course, no pasta is complete without garlic.”
“You aren’t a vampire because those creatures are repelled by garlic.”
“If...
“What is wrong with physical pleasure?”
“Your obsession with my lip sugar is a hunger kind of like a vampire’s craving. Maybe I should bite my lip and draw blood so you can enjoy the
kiss all the more. Why should I read Bram Stoker when I have a living Dracula for my husband?”
“You don’t see me salivating at the blood bank.”
“Hey, do you want garlic with your lasagna?”
“Of course, no pasta is complete without garlic.”
“You aren’t a vampire because those creatures are repelled by garlic.”
“If...
#lust
#marriage
#satirical
#vampires
#dialogue
64 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose Seeking Advice: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
