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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 5:21pm
26th Nov 2023 5:21pm
Silent, A Tense Encounter (1)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
It was awful. I kept trying to leave, but each time I walked to the empty window space, Jace or Steve got me in a friendly headlock and sat me down again while the hoodie cackled in the corner, muttering before laughing out loud. I couldn't believe I'd tried to help Jace the previous night when he'd done his stupid walk along the sea railing. I should have let him fall into the water.
Meanwhile, Philippa and Aidan were bickering in another corner of the building. Aidan rolling around on the ground and crying like a little kid. Throwing up everywhere...
It was awful. I kept trying to leave, but each time I walked to the empty window space, Jace or Steve got me in a friendly headlock and sat me down again while the hoodie cackled in the corner, muttering before laughing out loud. I couldn't believe I'd tried to help Jace the previous night when he'd done his stupid walk along the sea railing. I should have let him fall into the water.
Meanwhile, Philippa and Aidan were bickering in another corner of the building. Aidan rolling around on the ground and crying like a little kid. Throwing up everywhere...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
53 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
23rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
Even Reds Get Moon-eyed On Saturday Night
Now, you have me at the video store. And I was promised the first pick of the movie. I have a yen for something with a socio-political subtext. Here, is one, ‘The Trial’ an Orson Welles movie based on the Kafka novel. That is my choice.”
“How Kafkaesque, but watching a guy accused of a nameless crime sounds kind of dreary.”
“No not at all! You just have to get in the right mindset. Paranoia can be healthy in small doses like salt on French fries.”
“Then what about ‘Rebel Without A Cause?’”
“My urban rebellion has a cause. But...
“How Kafkaesque, but watching a guy accused of a nameless crime sounds kind of dreary.”
“No not at all! You just have to get in the right mindset. Paranoia can be healthy in small doses like salt on French fries.”
“Then what about ‘Rebel Without A Cause?’”
“My urban rebellion has a cause. But...
#romantic
#politics
#PopCulture #feminism
#PopCulture #feminism
50 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 1:28am
23rd Nov 2023 1:28am
Entangled
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
...
#corruption
#city
#lover
151 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 11:50pm
20th Nov 2023 11:50pm
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness - Rewrite
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness
My friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. My partner from another life Ted meets me in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Our feet glide across the carpet while I carry a book to spark conversation with the spaces between us growing.
Ted tells me, “Amber looks lonely. Reading too much is bad for your marriage. Go talk to her.”
My sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with me as I teeter on the brink of monasticism. ...
My friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. My partner from another life Ted meets me in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Our feet glide across the carpet while I carry a book to spark conversation with the spaces between us growing.
Ted tells me, “Amber looks lonely. Reading too much is bad for your marriage. Go talk to her.”
My sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with me as I teeter on the brink of monasticism. ...
#love
#women
#men
#romantic
#anniversary
60 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 7:35pm
19th Nov 2023 7:35pm
Silent, A Disclosure (2)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I skipped dinner, unable to face Dawn after last night. I managed to persuade Veronica to sell me a sandwich and some crisps from the light refreshment counter, and I ate the snacks alone in my room. I thought a bit more about the Lucy girl. It all seemed mad and over the top, although plausible to a point…the whole thing of the former Mayor chasing after her…not exactly normal. I slipped on some clothes that were less scruffy than the ones I'd been wearing. I had a shave. Prepped back my hair with gel. Nice one. Yes! I brushed my teeth. Imagined kissing...
I skipped dinner, unable to face Dawn after last night. I managed to persuade Veronica to sell me a sandwich and some crisps from the light refreshment counter, and I ate the snacks alone in my room. I thought a bit more about the Lucy girl. It all seemed mad and over the top, although plausible to a point…the whole thing of the former Mayor chasing after her…not exactly normal. I slipped on some clothes that were less scruffy than the ones I'd been wearing. I had a shave. Prepped back my hair with gel. Nice one. Yes! I brushed my teeth. Imagined kissing...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
59 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 6:53pm
17th Nov 2023 6:53pm
Silent, A Disclosure
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Someone was knocking on my door again. Philippa, this time.
'We need to talk,' I said. 'Who are you really? You aren't from Tunbridge Wells, are you?'
A smile played around the corner of her lips. 'How did you find out?'
'It doesn't matter. Just tell me. I can't deal with anymore of this.'
***
'I'm from Exeter in Devon,' she began, after pulling up a chair and sitting opposite me. 'Don't let the accent trick you. Years of practice and private schooling. I'm seventeen, not eighteen like I...
Someone was knocking on my door again. Philippa, this time.
'We need to talk,' I said. 'Who are you really? You aren't from Tunbridge Wells, are you?'
A smile played around the corner of her lips. 'How did you find out?'
'It doesn't matter. Just tell me. I can't deal with anymore of this.'
***
'I'm from Exeter in Devon,' she began, after pulling up a chair and sitting opposite me. 'Don't let the accent trick you. Years of practice and private schooling. I'm seventeen, not eighteen like I...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
47 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Nov 2023 9:18pm
14th Nov 2023 9:18pm
Winter Horse Apples
The sun was fading behind our single-wide trailer,
high up on the knob of what used to be a landfill.
Now a trailer park that had lost its flavor when the
flamingos left for tastier pickings. We had wall-to-
wall linoleum both inside and outside.
We are naturists (nudists) and enjoy being free of
blue denim. Occasionally, Granny paints pockets
on my right buttock cheek. One might say that we
are eccentric because we wear Bullwinkle antlers.
Also, Granny is president of the local Little Jimmy ...
high up on the knob of what used to be a landfill.
Now a trailer park that had lost its flavor when the
flamingos left for tastier pickings. We had wall-to-
wall linoleum both inside and outside.
We are naturists (nudists) and enjoy being free of
blue denim. Occasionally, Granny paints pockets
on my right buttock cheek. One might say that we
are eccentric because we wear Bullwinkle antlers.
Also, Granny is president of the local Little Jimmy ...
#erotic
#funny
83 reads
7 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 5:30pm
12th Nov 2023 5:30pm
Update: The Witch Patch
Hello to my readers ☺️
So after re-reading The Witch Patch now that it’s done. I have decided to change a few names in the story and add a few unknown details about each character. Then I will delete whats posted and will repost each page in order by twos each day.
So after re-reading The Witch Patch now that it’s done. I have decided to change a few names in the story and add a few unknown details about each character. Then I will delete whats posted and will repost each page in order by twos each day.
#PowerOfWords
64 reads
2 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:51am
10th Nov 2023 1:51am
Winter Queen
Winter white of my Queen’s desire the hunter of the night has come. She nods to me to let him in, and I desire nothing more. Upon his back he carries the skins and bones of coyote hunted in the darkness of the forest pines, while the bear is left to sleep beneath the stones and roots, intertwined. He lays them upon the alter along with many dried, white petals of datura blossoms and sets them to flames of orange. Their calming scent so tenderly seductive but without any warmth in winter’s crisp, cool air. I breathe in deeply, hoping she is unaware of the dreams the smoke and flames whisper to...
#love
#winter
#fire
#prose
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 7:36pm
8th Nov 2023 7:36pm
Silent, A Nasty Prank
Two Years Ago, Lucy
She sprinted back to the bungalow to collect the remainder of her clothes. When she went in, she heard Veronica on the phone in one of the bedrooms, music playing in the background. The other girl Michelle was drinking wine in the kitchen with a boy. They stopped talking when they saw her. Stared at her, looking her up and down.
She ignored them and hurried to the bathroom to freshen up and dry off, burying her face and hair in a towel. How stupid of her to trust that lad, Gavin. She should have known he wouldn't believe her. He was just like the...
She sprinted back to the bungalow to collect the remainder of her clothes. When she went in, she heard Veronica on the phone in one of the bedrooms, music playing in the background. The other girl Michelle was drinking wine in the kitchen with a boy. They stopped talking when they saw her. Stared at her, looking her up and down.
She ignored them and hurried to the bathroom to freshen up and dry off, burying her face and hair in a towel. How stupid of her to trust that lad, Gavin. She should have known he wouldn't believe her. He was just like the...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
45 reads
2 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 11:52am
8th Nov 2023 11:52am
The Witch Patch Page 51
26 Years Later
It’s been 26 years since the murder of my younger brother and sister and the attempted murder on Chastity. The year is now 2048, and sadly the plan to seek revenge continues to drag on unfulfilled.
I often wonder if Kujo purposely cast a spell on Chastity rather than just physically pushing her off the mountain. Maybe because somewhere buried deep down in that black hole of a heart lies a little love for chastity after all; and killing her with magick...
It’s been 26 years since the murder of my younger brother and sister and the attempted murder on Chastity. The year is now 2048, and sadly the plan to seek revenge continues to drag on unfulfilled.
I often wonder if Kujo purposely cast a spell on Chastity rather than just physically pushing her off the mountain. Maybe because somewhere buried deep down in that black hole of a heart lies a little love for chastity after all; and killing her with magick...
#PowerOfWords
119 reads
9 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
6th Nov 2023 9:18pm
6th Nov 2023 9:18pm
The Witch Patch page 50
The beginning of the end
Hero was the first to greet us but quickly pounced his way through the crowd of Breakstone’s and other clans members, landing by Cats side, then reached up and began licking her face. It was immediately obvious that Sally had escaped from her bondage. There was a mess near the broom closet and near the liquor cabinet. Plus the kitchen door was left wide-open. By now the house was buzzing with Clans members and relatives on both sides of the McGovern and Breakstone family bloodlines, welcoming us home and...
Hero was the first to greet us but quickly pounced his way through the crowd of Breakstone’s and other clans members, landing by Cats side, then reached up and began licking her face. It was immediately obvious that Sally had escaped from her bondage. There was a mess near the broom closet and near the liquor cabinet. Plus the kitchen door was left wide-open. By now the house was buzzing with Clans members and relatives on both sides of the McGovern and Breakstone family bloodlines, welcoming us home and...
#PowerOfWords
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose Seeking Advice: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
