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.
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:41am
Yesterday 4:41am
Looking for the Sun
This is a story of the fight for survival. The fight to find light.
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
#sadness
#snow
#despair
#nightmares
#dystopian
22 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
Followed
When I step into the entrance hall, the same silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling.
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
#scary
#mystery
29 reads
3 Comments
RobynRenee
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 11:38pm
18th Feb 2020 11:38pm
Leah's doom
The pillow was pressed ever tighter against my face.
Try as I might, I could not gasp enough air.
I was dying.
I was being murdered.
But the hand holding the weapon was not that of an enemy, nor of a stranger.
It was of a friend, and even more intimate, a husband.
I knew he loved Rachel more. But I thought that it didn't matter.
I thought he could have us both.
And then I felt the life in my stomach kick and hiccup, and I realize why I must die.
I am with child, while Rachel is barren.
And neither my husband nor my sister, no matter how...
Try as I might, I could not gasp enough air.
I was dying.
I was being murdered.
But the hand holding the weapon was not that of an enemy, nor of a stranger.
It was of a friend, and even more intimate, a husband.
I knew he loved Rachel more. But I thought that it didn't matter.
I thought he could have us both.
And then I felt the life in my stomach kick and hiccup, and I realize why I must die.
I am with child, while Rachel is barren.
And neither my husband nor my sister, no matter how...
#jealousy
#sister
#death
25 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Feb 2020 4:49pm
9th Feb 2020 4:49pm
My Chocolate Sweet Valentine
CHAPTER ONE
KNEE DEEP BAR AND LOUNGE
MOBILE, ALABAMA
VALENTINE’S DAY
“Trina, I told you, this bar and lounge may already be filled beyond capacity.”
“Well I refuse to drive three hundred and eighty-five miles to Atlanta, Georgia.”
“So that you know, the drinks are on you tonight.”
“Maybe the first round.”
“Fair enough.”
Darla’s light-brown eyes surveyed the bar and lounge.
“Ooh, I see a table in the back.”
...
KNEE DEEP BAR AND LOUNGE
MOBILE, ALABAMA
VALENTINE’S DAY
“Trina, I told you, this bar and lounge may already be filled beyond capacity.”
“Well I refuse to drive three hundred and eighty-five miles to Atlanta, Georgia.”
“So that you know, the drinks are on you tonight.”
“Maybe the first round.”
“Fair enough.”
Darla’s light-brown eyes surveyed the bar and lounge.
“Ooh, I see a table in the back.”
...
#passion
50 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 9:01pm
1st Feb 2020 9:01pm
Her Blanche Moment
Her Blanche Moment
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
She still remembers the night the moon rose over Esplanade Avenue with its light penetrating her soul deeper than the sun on a hot summer’s day.
“You know how to make a girl swoon. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows, John. I see ghosts everywhere. Oh, my flirty man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.”
“I gave up the Bourbon Street scene long ago. Let’s go home and read together.”
As they pass down Esplanade she feels like an...
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
#graveyard
#sensual
76 reads
6 Comments
Ignoramus
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 5:50am
31st Jan 2020 5:50am
If You’re A Superficial Spirit, Do Not Read.
Man first invented,
then discovered God.
THERE’S NO BETTER TEACHER THAN NATURE NOR WORSE DISCIPLE THAN MAN
CUT THE CHAIN OF A SLAVE BY VOCATION, AND IT WILL WHIP YOU WITH IT.
THE EXPLANATION IS THE EXECUTIONER OF THE MIRACLE.
More dangerous than
an implacable friend
is a false friend.
Those who lack religion are
only men too primitive
or men too intelligent.
Truth like the fever,
only annihilates the weak.
Man submits to God
because man like the dog
always goes about claiming ...
then discovered God.
THERE’S NO BETTER TEACHER THAN NATURE NOR WORSE DISCIPLE THAN MAN
CUT THE CHAIN OF A SLAVE BY VOCATION, AND IT WILL WHIP YOU WITH IT.
THE EXPLANATION IS THE EXECUTIONER OF THE MIRACLE.
More dangerous than
an implacable friend
is a false friend.
Those who lack religion are
only men too primitive
or men too intelligent.
Truth like the fever,
only annihilates the weak.
Man submits to God
because man like the dog
always goes about claiming ...
#religion
#God
#faith
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
55 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 9:50pm
30th Jan 2020 9:50pm
A Dangerous Obsession
I memorise the address and shut the computer down, hurrying out of the office to my car.
Outside, dusk is settling over the area with a hint of damp and mugginess in the air. I drive quickly, nearly going through a red at a set of traffic lights. I continue on along the coastal road, tight chested.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when I looked for her name, but I wish I hadn’t. The different surname indicates she has married since we last saw each other.
That shouldn’t bother me. But it does.
Leave it alone, I tell myself as I approach the...
Outside, dusk is settling over the area with a hint of damp and mugginess in the air. I drive quickly, nearly going through a red at a set of traffic lights. I continue on along the coastal road, tight chested.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when I looked for her name, but I wish I hadn’t. The different surname indicates she has married since we last saw each other.
That shouldn’t bother me. But it does.
Leave it alone, I tell myself as I approach the...
#heartbroken
#lover
#mystery
42 reads
2 Comments
RobynRenee
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 4:01am
28th Jan 2020 4:01am
chasing fireflies, a short, short story
Lila ran through the grass, laughing as it tickled her bare feet.
“Come and play, Ted!” she called, beckoning to her brother.
“Hurry, the sun’s setting and the fireflies are out.”
Ted looked up from the book he had been reading.
“I’ll come in a minute. Let me just finish this page.”
Lila watched him for a while, then, stomping in disgust,
stalked over to where Ted sat.
“Get up.” she ordered, hands on hips, staring him down.
Ted laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m done and I’m coming.”
Lila’s face brightened, and she grabbed Ted’s hand.
Then,...
“Come and play, Ted!” she called, beckoning to her brother.
“Hurry, the sun’s setting and the fireflies are out.”
Ted looked up from the book he had been reading.
“I’ll come in a minute. Let me just finish this page.”
Lila watched him for a while, then, stomping in disgust,
stalked over to where Ted sat.
“Get up.” she ordered, hands on hips, staring him down.
Ted laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m done and I’m coming.”
Lila’s face brightened, and she grabbed Ted’s hand.
Then,...
#brother
#sister
#ShortStory
29 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 10:08pm
25th Jan 2020 10:08pm
The Old Council House
They say Craig and I never went to Vince Macarthur's house, only Gordon did. But I did go, and so did Craig. 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 feel,...
The whole place had a dark and gloomy feel,...
#loneliness
#childhood
#mystery
57 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 4:41am
23rd Jan 2020 4:41am
Bourbon Street Lady
Before my very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black as Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie.
Ro says, “There is the law of averages. Though some deny it I’ve seen it at work in my daily life. I’ve put myself in harm’s way for those I cared about. I didn’t do this out of a sense of duty but rather the love of an army nurse who sees a wounded soldier with a ticking grenade and throws it with all her strength to save a man who was trying to commit suicide because she believes his life is worth saving even though he doesn’t. And the...
Ro says, “There is the law of averages. Though some deny it I’ve seen it at work in my daily life. I’ve put myself in harm’s way for those I cared about. I didn’t do this out of a sense of duty but rather the love of an army nurse who sees a wounded soldier with a ticking grenade and throws it with all her strength to save a man who was trying to commit suicide because she believes his life is worth saving even though he doesn’t. And the...
#love
#women
#sex
#betrayal
#city
71 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 10:10pm
22nd Jan 2020 10:10pm
Trauma, Aged 10
They say a group of teenagers saw me on the field that August Bank Holiday Monday. One called over, asked if I was all right. I didn't answer, apparently. Just continued stumbling in the direction of home, sweat dripping from my face. The teenagers didn't hang around. They assumed I had sunstroke. If I had seen myself, I would have probably thought the same.
Others noticed me wandering along the main road towards the estate where we lived. Drinkers in the pub watched me stagger like a drunk. I continued walking. Up the hill, through a ginnel, past the church. Down the hill, along...
Others noticed me wandering along the main road towards the estate where we lived. Drinkers in the pub watched me stagger like a drunk. I continued walking. Up the hill, through a ginnel, past the church. Down the hill, along...
#anxiety
#violence
#confusion
48 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 3:20am
14th Jan 2020 3:20am
Shadows Of Passion
IMPERIAL PALACE HOTEL
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan straddled her latest male victim. She reached out and made sure the lock in the wrist cords was secured.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“It’s your destiny to die. Now shut up.”
Ragan covered Senator Sexton’s mouth with a white silk scarf and tied it. She lifted the dagger near the senator’s thigh and held the tip of the silver blade against his jugular vein. She journeyed it along the contour of his dark-brown shaven cheekbone.
...
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan straddled her latest male victim. She reached out and made sure the lock in the wrist cords was secured.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“It’s your destiny to die. Now shut up.”
Ragan covered Senator Sexton’s mouth with a white silk scarf and tied it. She lifted the dagger near the senator’s thigh and held the tip of the silver blade against his jugular vein. She journeyed it along the contour of his dark-brown shaven cheekbone.
...
#identity
102 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose Seeking Advice: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
