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.
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
Today 3:57pm
Today 3:57pm
Demon hunters- Slayers Part 1
I was feeling quite contented with my life. I have rested for several weeks after our expedition into the realm they called Earth. The mission was quite tough but we managed to pull through and returned home after what we thought was a successful assignment. We had eliminated the half human half dragon horde who had escaped into Earth. Or so we thought.
My superior Amelia was promoted because of the success of the mission. I was given a star of merit. However, both of us felt that it was quite unfair to the rest of the soldiers who never returned. Only a handful of us came back,...
My superior Amelia was promoted because of the success of the mission. I was given a star of merit. However, both of us felt that it was quite unfair to the rest of the soldiers who never returned. Only a handful of us came back,...
#evil
#dragons
#mythology
6 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jul 2018 5:04am
14th Jul 2018 5:04am
Strangers in a Strange Bed
Strangers in a Strange Bed
Monica surprises me. “Honey, my waist size is down to where it was when we got married. How should we celebrate?”
“Let’s go to the girl’s roller derby.”
“You just want to get an eye full of those girls going at it like Amazon warriors. You get turned on by that.”
“Well, don’t you get excited by football players?”
“Are you kidding me? Do I get turned on by a bunch of hairy Neanderthals slapping each other’s butts? Hell yes!”
I say, “Give me a few minutes until I finish this chapter.”
My...
Monica surprises me. “Honey, my waist size is down to where it was when we got married. How should we celebrate?”
“Let’s go to the girl’s roller derby.”
“You just want to get an eye full of those girls going at it like Amazon warriors. You get turned on by that.”
“Well, don’t you get excited by football players?”
“Are you kidding me? Do I get turned on by a bunch of hairy Neanderthals slapping each other’s butts? Hell yes!”
I say, “Give me a few minutes until I finish this chapter.”
My...
#love
#romantic
#breakup #separation
#breakup #separation
32 reads
4 Comments
EliW
Elina
Elina
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 9:30pm
11th Jul 2018 9:30pm
The woman and the lizard 2 of 3
So there she was. Thrown away in the middle of nowhere like an unwanted mutt. Now she too knew how it feels. So Priscilla Cried and cried... and she cried and sand got in her eyes and the sun burned her skin. Soon the sun was starting to burn a little bit too much so it was time to get up and find shade. She looked around and noticed some large rocks in the distance. Angry, still crying Priscilla marched towards the rocks. Firstly she just wanted to cool down, then the plan was to start walking? Only in what direction? She looked back and saw tire tracks. Sure, She could walk along the tracks...
#fiction
16 reads
1 Comment
SimpleTon
Poem Published
11th Jul 2018 1:10pm
11th Jul 2018 1:10pm
fair and anonymous (entry to external comp)
It is five to nine in the morning as I finish the last spoon of milk from my bowl of cereal and then consume a whole glass of orange juice in one mouthful. I leave the bowl and spoon on the kitchen table while using a retro tea towel to wipe my mouth and hands. My lesson is scheduled to start at nine am sharp and I do not want to be late to class, I am still wearing pyjamas, I have no book bag or stationary because all I need is a pair of special glasses. The glasses are horrible looking and called ED2050X which I put on as I step out onto the balcony to get a tan on this unusually sunny day....
#politics
#narrative
#satirical
#prose
#learning
14 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Jul 2018 2:52am
10th Jul 2018 2:52am
Craving for a Goldfish
Craving for a Goldfish
Sonja and I are a strapping young lass and lad, fresh out of the madhouse. Our compass needle points true north but leads us to icebergs. We need a navigator to take our marital rudder. Our quest takes us to a group therapy center for the poor in our home of New Orleans.
The leader, whose group we are assigned to, is absent that day. In her place is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high. Her name is Amber. I instantly trust her.
On our first day, I decide to tease our therapist. I am dressed...
Sonja and I are a strapping young lass and lad, fresh out of the madhouse. Our compass needle points true north but leads us to icebergs. We need a navigator to take our marital rudder. Our quest takes us to a group therapy center for the poor in our home of New Orleans.
The leader, whose group we are assigned to, is absent that day. In her place is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high. Her name is Amber. I instantly trust her.
On our first day, I decide to tease our therapist. I am dressed...
#romantic
#conflict
#erotic #power
#erotic #power
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EliW
Elina
Elina
Poem Published
7th Jul 2018 8:18pm
7th Jul 2018 8:18pm
The woman and the monitor lizard 1 of 3
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The tale begins at the swelling depths of the Sahara desert. Here we find our protagonist, Priscilla Rich, who at the time was the owner of a prestige clothing line called "Die with Fashion", mostly focusing on military uniforms. Priscilla was a young woman, her body was lean and puffy in all the right places, not like her financially fat wallet.
So? What was a lady like her doing wandering around a desert? Well, actually she was lost. Here's what happened.
Priscilla and her husband were on a vacation in Egypt. Just that morning her husband, Victor, suggested...
The tale begins at the swelling depths of the Sahara desert. Here we find our protagonist, Priscilla Rich, who at the time was the owner of a prestige clothing line called "Die with Fashion", mostly focusing on military uniforms. Priscilla was a young woman, her body was lean and puffy in all the right places, not like her financially fat wallet.
So? What was a lady like her doing wandering around a desert? Well, actually she was lost. Here's what happened.
Priscilla and her husband were on a vacation in Egypt. Just that morning her husband, Victor, suggested...
#fiction
#ShortStory
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
7th Jul 2018 3:40pm
7th Jul 2018 3:40pm
Demon Hunters-Killing Payla Part 6
We ran to the cave door and what we saw was both awesome and awful for its seemed that the Payla, the entire horde were gathered at the mountain side. They clung to the mountain with their talons, their claws and everything that could hold on to the rocky surface of the mountain.
We looked at one another in consternation. We could never take on the horde, not with so many of them with their various weapons and might. We were absolutely flabbergasted. We were exhausted and outnumbered.
Those creatures never seemed to tire. Sometimes I wondered if they had thoughts or...
We looked at one another in consternation. We could never take on the horde, not with so many of them with their various weapons and might. We were absolutely flabbergasted. We were exhausted and outnumbered.
Those creatures never seemed to tire. Sometimes I wondered if they had thoughts or...
#monsters
#dragons
#mythology
19 reads
5 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
6th Jul 2018 5:29am
6th Jul 2018 5:29am
Demon hunters: Killing Payla Part 5
Someone landed a similar bike near ours outside on the now crowded ledge. We peeped out; our guns ready to blast whoever that was that had parked outside.
Amelia and I gasped in surprise to see the visitor. It was Fire Elemental, a soldier from Azeroth. He was a paladin, human with a strain of orc in his blood. He was gigantic, his muscles rippled under his armour. The wings we heard was actually his cape, which billowed behind him, as if it had a life of its own,
“Fire!” we both gasped and ran out almost too carelessly. We realised that we were in plain view from those...
Amelia and I gasped in surprise to see the visitor. It was Fire Elemental, a soldier from Azeroth. He was a paladin, human with a strain of orc in his blood. He was gigantic, his muscles rippled under his armour. The wings we heard was actually his cape, which billowed behind him, as if it had a life of its own,
“Fire!” we both gasped and ran out almost too carelessly. We realised that we were in plain view from those...
#monsters
#dragons
#mythology
25 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jul 2018 5:22am
6th Jul 2018 5:22am
Stare Down
Stare Down
I push a grocery cart in a produce market past homegrown Maine kale. Here, outside of Presque Isle, blueberry orchards wait for summer to be harvested by sturdy girls who pine for love. There are aisles of green leafy vegetables in bunches on racks. A freckled young woman faces me in a narrow passage between the Edenic edibles. “I was there first and therefore have the right of passage.”
She says, “What if I sue you for bumping me and hurting my back?” So I make way for her.
My heart longs to turn our lemon encounter into a butternut squash...
I push a grocery cart in a produce market past homegrown Maine kale. Here, outside of Presque Isle, blueberry orchards wait for summer to be harvested by sturdy girls who pine for love. There are aisles of green leafy vegetables in bunches on racks. A freckled young woman faces me in a narrow passage between the Edenic edibles. “I was there first and therefore have the right of passage.”
She says, “What if I sue you for bumping me and hurting my back?” So I make way for her.
My heart longs to turn our lemon encounter into a butternut squash...
#romantic
#conflict
#power
33 reads
10 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
6th Jul 2018 3:52am
6th Jul 2018 3:52am
Demon hunters- Killing Payla-Part 4
We rode swiftly away, not looking back to see if anyone was following us. All we wanted to do was escape and hole-up somewhere, where we could sleep and rest. We have been fighting for the last 48 hours non-stop and we were weary.
We rode into the mountains and looked for a place where we could park our flying motorbike. We were lucky as we saw an outcrop near an opening on the ragged mountain side. As we neared the outcrop, we saw that it was in front of a cave. We landed there and immediately checked out the cave. It was not too deep, just a hole on the mountain wall that was...
We rode into the mountains and looked for a place where we could park our flying motorbike. We were lucky as we saw an outcrop near an opening on the ragged mountain side. As we neared the outcrop, we saw that it was in front of a cave. We landed there and immediately checked out the cave. It was not too deep, just a hole on the mountain wall that was...
#monsters
#dragons
#nightmares
17 reads
2 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
5th Jul 2018 10:30am
5th Jul 2018 10:30am
Demon hunters- Killing Payla-Part 3
I saw Amelia jumped out of her room, her hands gripping her gun. Her hair whipped against her face as she roared orders at me. She was my superior and I obeyed her commands, without questions. She broke the window and poked her gun out, I followed suit.
We gazed in fear as we saw the horde in the distance, marching towards our house. They were gigantic monstrosities that could not be imagined by human minds. The lesser minions were smaller creatures that jumped and flew for a short distance. The noise they made as they moved was like an inferno being blown by a strong wind. They...
We gazed in fear as we saw the horde in the distance, marching towards our house. They were gigantic monstrosities that could not be imagined by human minds. The lesser minions were smaller creatures that jumped and flew for a short distance. The noise they made as they moved was like an inferno being blown by a strong wind. They...
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts
28 reads
2 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
5th Jul 2018 8:47am
5th Jul 2018 8:47am
Demon hunters: Killing Payla-part 2
We both shot the flying monster at the same time. The pressure from the guns was tremendous, pushing against our shoulders. The fiery light from the gun hit the flying half dragon half man midair. We saw the thing disintegrated in midair showering the road with its torn flesh; dark ichor rained down, choking us with its sulphuric smell.
Another scream sounded from the bushes nearby. Amelia and I scrambled up and ran for dear life towards our house. We felt rather than saw the path towards the front door. We rushed into the house, and closed the door, trembling.
We leaned...
Another scream sounded from the bushes nearby. Amelia and I scrambled up and ran for dear life towards our house. We felt rather than saw the path towards the front door. We rushed into the house, and closed the door, trembling.
We leaned...
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts #aliens
#ghosts #aliens
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose Seeking Advice: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
