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.
The Ghost Train
My name is Glen Harper. When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I've developed a routine that I do every day, and Ridgecrest Road, near where I live, is the perfect place to do it. It's quiet, and the scenic beauty is unbeatable.
Well, get this. One day, a half-mile down the road, behind thick trees where the old rusty abandoned rails sat, there moaned a chug-a-chug shuffle with a whistle's high-pitched squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
A train? Here? How could that be, I thought?
And yet, a train rolling behind those trees shook the ground like a small...
Well, get this. One day, a half-mile down the road, behind thick trees where the old rusty abandoned rails sat, there moaned a chug-a-chug shuffle with a whistle's high-pitched squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
A train? Here? How could that be, I thought?
And yet, a train rolling behind those trees shook the ground like a small...
#ghosts
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Secrets - Meeting With Gordon
I recognise him straightaway. Gordon Day, even though he looks nothing like the Gordon Day you and I knew once. Back then, Gordon was a small boy, ruddy faced, with a mop of reddish-brown hair – lovable, in a way, but impish, I suppose. The guy in the gym looks like a tough nut capable of taking someone round the side and laying into them. He's wearing a blue gym vest with the gym logo on, the sort of vest that shows off serious muscle, and his cropped hair and the grin make him appear more youthful than a person in their mid-thirties.
He stops talking to the henna hair...
He stops talking to the henna hair...
#childhood
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
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Codex
#books
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Midnight Surrender
VILLA KENNEDY
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have greater...
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have greater...
#lover
#passion
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
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Secrets - Gordon Day
Burrington is full of coffee houses and arts and craft shops. Shoppers and tourists amble across the cobbled walkway, towards the market square, some with walking boots and maps, one gentleman with a beard and glasses smoking a long pipe while studying a map.
I still haven't got used to the slow pace of life and doubt I ever will; in London, everyone rushes everywhere. I spot a war memorial in the centre of town and a natural health centre tucked away in a mews with dried herbs hanging in the window. The surrounding hill countryside is steeped in folklore and a history of locals...
I still haven't got used to the slow pace of life and doubt I ever will; in London, everyone rushes everywhere. I spot a war memorial in the centre of town and a natural health centre tucked away in a mews with dried herbs hanging in the window. The surrounding hill countryside is steeped in folklore and a history of locals...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
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Talking Pigeon
I went to see my doctor
she said "how are your stools?"
"Very comfy thanks!"
"Although, one has a strange colour
in the padding"
She looked at me aghast, and appalled
I
Still misinterpretting her meaning
And puzzled at her reaction
Said
"I also have a three legged one for milking
not that i use it , as i don't have a cow!"
She asked me what on earth i was talking about
As she had never heard of a three legged cow
I said "no no no no no!"
"It's my stools with the...
she said "how are your stools?"
"Very comfy thanks!"
"Although, one has a strange colour
in the padding"
She looked at me aghast, and appalled
I
Still misinterpretting her meaning
And puzzled at her reaction
Said
"I also have a three legged one for milking
not that i use it , as i don't have a cow!"
She asked me what on earth i was talking about
As she had never heard of a three legged cow
I said "no no no no no!"
"It's my stools with the...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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The Gift of Her Naked Patriotism
#erotic
#lust
#sensual
#soldiers
#women
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Villanelle 4 [Reality & Perfection]
V: come my darling, let us discuss the essence of pain and pleasure
Me: tell me your riddle, and be canid in your speech!
V: your man, Thomas Aquinas wrote a commentary on my man Aristotle in “de anima” many moons ago
Me: yes, I am familiar
V: and your man Dante, in Canto 6 of Inferno explained it better
Me: perhaps not better, as you say, but more poetically for posterity
V: herein is the riddle, indeed
Me: I said, SPEAK PLAINLY, your speech is harder on the mind than on the ear
V: very well, my darling, then let us begin.
V: those who live...
Me: tell me your riddle, and be canid in your speech!
V: your man, Thomas Aquinas wrote a commentary on my man Aristotle in “de anima” many moons ago
Me: yes, I am familiar
V: and your man Dante, in Canto 6 of Inferno explained it better
Me: perhaps not better, as you say, but more poetically for posterity
V: herein is the riddle, indeed
Me: I said, SPEAK PLAINLY, your speech is harder on the mind than on the ear
V: very well, my darling, then let us begin.
V: those who live...
#villanelle
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Secrets - Doubts
He weren't there, lad,' your dad says, as if guessing my thoughts. 'Our Scott's looked into it. Vince Macarthur never went into the woods that afternoon. He only popped out to go to the corner shop and that took no longer than five minutes and then he fell fast asleep in front of tele. He were woken up later when the police came.'
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Lost in Tokyo: A Journey of Desire, Secrets, and Sensuality
#boyfriend
#erotic
#lust #sensual
#lust #sensual
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Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
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Secrets - The Conversation
I wonder whether coming here was such a good idea after all. Maybe I should have written a letter instead. I ring the bell and wait. Movement inside, footsteps. An elderly woman answers the door and stares flatly at me.
'Mrs Winters?' I whisper.
No way. I'm so sorry, Craig. What have I done? Why did I make this visit today? And should I even be telling you this? Your mum's long ash blonde hair has gone, along with the perpetual smile that you and your brother inherited. She used to blow kisses at us when we were children and buy us fruit from...
'Mrs Winters?' I whisper.
No way. I'm so sorry, Craig. What have I done? Why did I make this visit today? And should I even be telling you this? Your mum's long ash blonde hair has gone, along with the perpetual smile that you and your brother inherited. She used to blow kisses at us when we were children and buy us fruit from...
#anger
#grief
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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