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.
hanagara
Poem Published
Today 5:47am
Today 5:47am
Nogure
Go to I
a dream
are there expressed that PRICE
that is that is
Nothing more than VALUE
（I） can't get as “a shape”
「Nogure」
People is hurt by the beauty of two tongues,
have some hope. Swaying (I) of think shredded disorder In a thousand.
I don't worry sayd piled, Thank for the blue,
I glad with the 100-yen umbrella called status.
Throw stranger and dew brush,
There are no enemies, and I have usightly （提灯） lantern. ...
a dream
are there expressed that PRICE
that is that is
Nothing more than VALUE
（I） can't get as “a shape”
「Nogure」
People is hurt by the beauty of two tongues,
have some hope. Swaying (I) of think shredded disorder In a thousand.
I don't worry sayd piled, Thank for the blue,
I glad with the 100-yen umbrella called status.
Throw stranger and dew brush,
There are no enemies, and I have usightly （提灯） lantern. ...
#kindness
#admiration
#emotions
12 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 8:58pm
2nd Jul 2020 8:58pm
Tragedy
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: a name.
I’d arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn’t returned at all.
And I’d lied, hadn’t I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill with you. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn’t have left my bike or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I’d lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It’s a good job they did. ...
I’d arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn’t returned at all.
And I’d lied, hadn’t I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill with you. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn’t have left my bike or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I’d lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It’s a good job they did. ...
#sadness
#mystery
21 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
Spanish Chic in Bauhaus Vinyl
Spanish Chic in Bauhaus Vinyl
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as “I read.” ...
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as “I read.” ...
#love
#romantic
#funny
#sensual
#crush
47 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
Blended Souls
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
#politics
#revenge
#passion
57 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 4:50am
24th Jun 2020 4:50am
Holly the Uber Driver – Dream Story
Holly the Uber Driver
Holly my hairstylist becomes an uber driver to make extra cash while her studio is closed due to the virus.
One day she is driving me around town. I ask her, “Can you drive me without a destination just to get out of the house?”
She grins and giggles, “No, because I’m so gorgeous and sexy you might read the special favor as flirting and get a crush...
Holly my hairstylist becomes an uber driver to make extra cash while her studio is closed due to the virus.
One day she is driving me around town. I ask her, “Can you drive me without a destination just to get out of the house?”
She grins and giggles, “No, because I’m so gorgeous and sexy you might read the special favor as flirting and get a crush...
#beauty
#city
#crush #sexy
#crush #sexy
41 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 8:51pm
23rd Jun 2020 8:51pm
Panic Attack On The Underground
She rang off. Dazed, she took the escalator down and found the platform teeming with people. The train came. She got on. The carriage was filling up.
There’s something your stinking rich rellies haven’t told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop....
There’s something your stinking rich rellies haven’t told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop....
#anxiety
#mystery
#risk
33 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
Ring of Centuries Inn
Ring of Centuries Inn
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
#marriage
#romantic
#dreams
#rebirth
#sensual
32 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jun 2020 8:44pm
18th Jun 2020 8:44pm
A Twisting of Souls (Ragan's Downfall)
IMPERIAL PALACE HOTEL
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan pulled the second thigh-high stocking up her leg. She secured the garter snap to secure it. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the straps to her bra. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“No more wigs for me.” She flattened her eyebrows. Her smoky-colored eyes sparkled. “Incompetent idiots.” Tonight is the first time she felt the day belongs to her. “That bitch, it serves her right impersonating me.”
Ragan lifted a tube of lipstick and uncapped it. She outlined her lips with a deep crimson color....
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan pulled the second thigh-high stocking up her leg. She secured the garter snap to secure it. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the straps to her bra. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“No more wigs for me.” She flattened her eyebrows. Her smoky-colored eyes sparkled. “Incompetent idiots.” Tonight is the first time she felt the day belongs to her. “That bitch, it serves her right impersonating me.”
Ragan lifted a tube of lipstick and uncapped it. She outlined her lips with a deep crimson color....
#murder
#politics
#revenge
54 reads
6 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
Tunisian Afternoon
#sex
100 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 9:31pm
10th Jun 2020 9:31pm
Texting A Mate
Grabbing your phone, you text your mate. Your hands are shaky and you misspell words. You tell him you’re in some sort of trouble and ask him to contact you in a discreet manner. On no account, must he alert the police or come round to the flat. You’re aware that your message sounds crazy. You have no idea how he’ll react.
hey what’s up? he texts back.
You regret sending the text now. But before you can respond, you find yourself slipping into a stupor again, unable to fight the suffocating blackness that swoops down with a vengeance.
Seconds later, you...
hey what’s up? he texts back.
You regret sending the text now. But before you can respond, you find yourself slipping into a stupor again, unable to fight the suffocating blackness that swoops down with a vengeance.
Seconds later, you...
#mystery
#risk
48 reads
4 Comments
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