Fictional Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
Today 6:18pm
Today 6:18pm
The Beginning of Something Old
As dusk fell on the city of Marseille, with icy waves lapping delicately on the docks below and streetlights beginning to paint the pavement beautiful shades of amber and gold, two identical and shadowy figures lie hidden as they await night’s veil. Neither do much more than flash a shiny and crooked grin as the lamp nearest to their corner flickers, then fades out. The gloom falls over them like a heavy blanket, allowing them to slink around the brick corner and out of view of the naked eye. They continue walking, each shape matching the other’s pace to perfection until they near a second...
#fiction
#mystery
#hypocrisy
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
Today 6:09pm
Today 6:09pm
Claustrophobic
Good morning.”
“…Who are you?”
“It is not who, but what. Are you ready?”
“What?”
“Goodnight.”
Moments after you’ve woken up, a disembodied voice greets you from nowhere in particular. It doesn’t sound echoed at all, simply… flat. Centered. Directly within your mind. It does not sound amused yet. Now that it’s finished its nonsensical greeting, you are plunged into void. Not quite darkness- as with darkness, at least you know that something is there, and perhaps you are not alone. Here, floating yet grounded in this abyss, you are incredibly sure that you are alone....
“…Who are you?”
“It is not who, but what. Are you ready?”
“What?”
“Goodnight.”
Moments after you’ve woken up, a disembodied voice greets you from nowhere in particular. It doesn’t sound echoed at all, simply… flat. Centered. Directly within your mind. It does not sound amused yet. Now that it’s finished its nonsensical greeting, you are plunged into void. Not quite darkness- as with darkness, at least you know that something is there, and perhaps you are not alone. Here, floating yet grounded in this abyss, you are incredibly sure that you are alone....
#anxiety
#nightmares
#fear
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:09pm
Yesterday 5:09pm
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 5 & 6
Ch 5
He started when I was 12. I knew it. I could sense it. I could smell it. I could "taste" it.
There's evidence to even prove this, but of course, because the bastard has money, money talks.
And it lies. The lies suffocate everyone.
I once lived in a pretty mansion that smelled like Heaven in disguise. Now, I live in a place that reminds me that I was in Hell all along. All along, I was there, and I know I did nothing to deserve this. Nothing at all, and neither did Diana. But I'm sure she blames herself. And I fucking hate it. ...
He started when I was 12. I knew it. I could sense it. I could smell it. I could "taste" it.
There's evidence to even prove this, but of course, because the bastard has money, money talks.
And it lies. The lies suffocate everyone.
I once lived in a pretty mansion that smelled like Heaven in disguise. Now, I live in a place that reminds me that I was in Hell all along. All along, I was there, and I know I did nothing to deserve this. Nothing at all, and neither did Diana. But I'm sure she blames herself. And I fucking hate it. ...
#murder
#violence
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 7:38pm
27th Nov 2021 7:38pm
Gordo Schools a Catholic Priest
Boy, what is that doing in your pocket?"
It was a condom, one I saved to use for Lizzie tonight. Our special night.
We are 17 now. We are going to make love for the first time. And I have no idea what I'll be doing. I'm nervous with her, but with this man, I am nothing.
It's a Sunday.
"It's none of your business," I say.
"It is my business."
"Why?"
"Because to God, it's an abomination to have sex before marriage."
"I am married."
"No, you aren't, boy," he says.
"Marriage is a mindset,...
It was a condom, one I saved to use for Lizzie tonight. Our special night.
We are 17 now. We are going to make love for the first time. And I have no idea what I'll be doing. I'm nervous with her, but with this man, I am nothing.
It's a Sunday.
"It's none of your business," I say.
"It is my business."
"Why?"
"Because to God, it's an abomination to have sex before marriage."
"I am married."
"No, you aren't, boy," he says.
"Marriage is a mindset,...
#sex
#religion
#Fanfiction
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 2:47pm
27th Nov 2021 2:47pm
Lizzie and Gordo's first time...
#Fanfiction
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 4:27am
27th Nov 2021 4:27am
Bad Santa Girl Ch 1
Name's Alia. Never been married, never even had a child. Probably cuz that fucked up bastard Jason ruined my life. He got fucked in the ass by his dad long ago, and I probably got fucked in the vajay by my dad.
You see, where I came from, we definitely celebrated Christmas, but that's been a holiday that's been dead in my family for years now. Dad's dead, my only "real" sis is always locked up in jail or a mental hospital, and my mom's so far mentally gone that communication with her is beyond draining. Probably why I went in a time machine to fix things that didn't need fixing...
You see, where I came from, we definitely celebrated Christmas, but that's been a holiday that's been dead in my family for years now. Dad's dead, my only "real" sis is always locked up in jail or a mental hospital, and my mom's so far mentally gone that communication with her is beyond draining. Probably why I went in a time machine to fix things that didn't need fixing...
#Christmas
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 11:16am
24th Nov 2021 11:16am
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 4
I was so focused at the time on myself when I should have paid more attention to Diana's needs. Even I have failed her, and for that, I will never forgive.
I was so focused because I was in my own abusive mess, one that mainly involved my father. Like Diana, I was an only child, so my father was the main bastard to have to get away from.
There was a day where I just couldn't take anymore. To where all I could see when he smiled were the suffering of the children he killed very often.
Yes, he was a serial killer, and that was why I had to shoot him.
I was so focused because I was in my own abusive mess, one that mainly involved my father. Like Diana, I was an only child, so my father was the main bastard to have to get away from.
There was a day where I just couldn't take anymore. To where all I could see when he smiled were the suffering of the children he killed very often.
Yes, he was a serial killer, and that was why I had to shoot him.
#murder
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
24th Nov 2021 5:00am
Electric Dreams
Electric Dreams
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
I was a virtual artist named Pygmalion who created a 3-D simulation named Galatea who was the ideal of womanhood. In fact, she was so beautiful that I fell madly in love with my own creation. But not to be left out was the AI cluster of love, Venus, who saw her own loveliness in Galatea’s form. In fact, Venus was so fractaled from seeing her sister in beauty that she created an android so that Galatea became a Nereid. But she couldn’t have kids so we could spend our summers in Florida instead of shelling out for tuition.
Venus’s present to me was also...
#marriage
#romantic
#technology #scifi
#technology #scifi
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 00:56am
24th Nov 2021 00:56am
A Christmas Give Away Gift
Christmas just around the corner and Karen wanted to go on a shopping spree but she had no money, never mind that her husband was rich, he was king of the misers.
The only way to go in order for her to get her hands on some cash was to get him out of the way. Permanently, She would find a hired killer to do the job. She knew very well that you can find anything and everything on the internet. So she set her mind to it, pressed a few keys and got what she wanted. The guy wanted five thousand dollars up front and another five thousand after.
She readily agreed. Much too quickly...
The only way to go in order for her to get her hands on some cash was to get him out of the way. Permanently, She would find a hired killer to do the job. She knew very well that you can find anything and everything on the internet. So she set her mind to it, pressed a few keys and got what she wanted. The guy wanted five thousand dollars up front and another five thousand after.
She readily agreed. Much too quickly...
#greed
#emptiness
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 3:49am
19th Nov 2021 3:49am
The Beautiful Boy With a Small Dick
#SelfWorth
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 9:04pm
18th Nov 2021 9:04pm
Deja Vu?
A few weeks later, I arrived at the pier, having spent hours jumping on and off buses, tubes and trains. My shoulders and neck were stiff and sore from lugging two heavy bags around, and I wasn't in the best of the moods. Take the town, for instance. Strong smell. Humid, sticky weather. Grey: sand, skies, metal monstrosity holding up the pier. Seagulls.
But it wasn't just the surroundings. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I got a sense that I'd visited the town before, even though I knew I hadn't. Everything seemed familiar. Each turning I took. The buildings. The layout of the...
But it wasn't just the surroundings. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I got a sense that I'd visited the town before, even though I knew I hadn't. Everything seemed familiar. Each turning I took. The buildings. The layout of the...
#mystery
#risk
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 10:38am
17th Nov 2021 10:38am
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 3
I hate that people still mistreat her. My girlfriend, Diana. More like a ghost than a girlfriend now.
I don't understand why.
She's the sweetest girl I've ever known, but I guess people are just disappointing assholes. Over and over, they shut her down.
I know she feels it everyday, this pain I feel. Even though she's out there in the free world, she's in her own prison, and in a heartbeat, I would trade places with her. I would get raped in the ass everyday by a man who ain't worth shit just so she wouldn't have to go through one ounce of pain.
...
I don't understand why.
She's the sweetest girl I've ever known, but I guess people are just disappointing assholes. Over and over, they shut her down.
I know she feels it everyday, this pain I feel. Even though she's out there in the free world, she's in her own prison, and in a heartbeat, I would trade places with her. I would get raped in the ass everyday by a man who ain't worth shit just so she wouldn't have to go through one ounce of pain.
...
#murder
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