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
14th Oct 2018 7:46am
14th Oct 2018 7:46am
The Ghosts of Herak Part 8
Suddenly white light encompassed the whole compound; the light seemed to be made of little stars twinkling. Strange musical sounds came from everywhere; tinkling bells and summer rain. The twinkling light suffused the whole village and the people stood up, spritely and fresh. They looked around in wonder.
Ameria and I stood there in astonishment; the Guardian had taken off his helmet showing his long golden hair. He spread out his arms and the whole world seemed to glow with a warm pleasant light.
Orcus and Desire stood shocked as wonder upon wonder unfold. Flowers of...
Ameria and I stood there in astonishment; the Guardian had taken off his helmet showing his long golden hair. He spread out his arms and the whole world seemed to glow with a warm pleasant light.
Orcus and Desire stood shocked as wonder upon wonder unfold. Flowers of...
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
26 reads
2 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
8th Oct 2018 10:22am
8th Oct 2018 10:22am
The Ghosts of Herak Part 6
She stood there staring at us and then with a flick of her finger, the whole scene changed. The road was a sparkling silver stream that seemed to end into an opening that glittered like gold. From inside the cave flickered tongues of fire seeming to lick the opening like a hungry monster.
Desire stood there and bowed.
“Behold Orcus domain!”
“You lie!” Ameria snarled, “We were told that he lived a day walk to the north. It is not a day yet!”
Desire laughed her brittle laughter.
“Orcus is a god. He can be anywhere he wants to. As long as...
Desire stood there and bowed.
“Behold Orcus domain!”
“You lie!” Ameria snarled, “We were told that he lived a day walk to the north. It is not a day yet!”
Desire laughed her brittle laughter.
“Orcus is a god. He can be anywhere he wants to. As long as...
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
38 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Oct 2018 5:29am
7th Oct 2018 5:29am
Praline & Frangelico
Praline & Frangelico
Pecan poppy friend dipped in hazelnut liquor for palate sea swell with sunken treasure undreamed of by the Italian monk whose maze of alcoholic recipes swirls on my tongue like the slow flow of molasses for my winter blues on a nuthouse flake cake with hazel and pecan taking me on a Frangelico river into the heart of candied aroma where holy cask tips my bartender with a drink on the house along with crunchy dessert to savor in a love affair with the stir of dark liquid memories.
Lips soften into brown delight with the dark sweetness of...
Pecan poppy friend dipped in hazelnut liquor for palate sea swell with sunken treasure undreamed of by the Italian monk whose maze of alcoholic recipes swirls on my tongue like the slow flow of molasses for my winter blues on a nuthouse flake cake with hazel and pecan taking me on a Frangelico river into the heart of candied aroma where holy cask tips my bartender with a drink on the house along with crunchy dessert to savor in a love affair with the stir of dark liquid memories.
Lips soften into brown delight with the dark sweetness of...
#alcohol
#food
#sensual
37 reads
4 Comments
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 2:23pm
4th Oct 2018 2:23pm
the fallen
THE FALLEN (CHAPTER ONE)
I used to believe. I used to be a man of Faith. I saw miracles that defied logic. I knew there was a God and enjoyed such wonders. I am not sure how I got from there to here. Perhaps you can work it out as I tell you our story.
We are the company of "the fallen", that is what we call ourselves. We are the super heroes in this part of the world, and yes that part is our fantasy. You out there in reality may not understand us, but that does not matter to us anyway, as we live our own ways, and with the chaos in your reality it has become ever easier to do so. ...
I used to believe. I used to be a man of Faith. I saw miracles that defied logic. I knew there was a God and enjoyed such wonders. I am not sure how I got from there to here. Perhaps you can work it out as I tell you our story.
We are the company of "the fallen", that is what we call ourselves. We are the super heroes in this part of the world, and yes that part is our fantasy. You out there in reality may not understand us, but that does not matter to us anyway, as we live our own ways, and with the chaos in your reality it has become ever easier to do so. ...
#love
#humankind
#mythology #philosophical
#mythology #philosophical
51 reads
5 Comments
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 5:47pm
3rd Oct 2018 5:47pm
together
EPISODE 60 TOGETHER (THE ENDING WE ALL WANT)
All the best films we know that Good wins in the end, and the guy gets his girl. I know these days there are films that explore pain, with bitter twisted endings, and horror stories for those people who seem to enjoy blood soaked visuals played before their eyes (and do not get me on the kind of Games that young people now play full of death). But I still want to stick my neck out there and say that the happy endings when evil meets its demise, and the hero gets the rewards does something for our soul that no horror film can.
I am...
All the best films we know that Good wins in the end, and the guy gets his girl. I know these days there are films that explore pain, with bitter twisted endings, and horror stories for those people who seem to enjoy blood soaked visuals played before their eyes (and do not get me on the kind of Games that young people now play full of death). But I still want to stick my neck out there and say that the happy endings when evil meets its demise, and the hero gets the rewards does something for our soul that no horror film can.
I am...
#love
#hope
#secrets
#despair
#hypocrisy
34 reads
2 Comments
AEMelia564
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Y
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 4:47pm
2nd Oct 2018 4:47pm
Camp Fire Story (4)
The heavens opened wide and haloed the sun as it shone into the room.
Grace had been up for a while, she stirred the tea leaves, took the booklet of proclaimed spells. "Tea leaf tell, awaken the spell, I Grace Of Ydriad , Ask of you KIndred One protect me" The steam of the brew was so strong , with nausea she returned to the kitchen.
The servants had gone to do their duties, left over bread cakes, scones heavy with syrup and Blue berried pancakes met her eyes. She crumbled a bread cake. Her daughters ran into the kitchen stuffing themselves...
Grace had been up for a while, she stirred the tea leaves, took the booklet of proclaimed spells. "Tea leaf tell, awaken the spell, I Grace Of Ydriad , Ask of you KIndred One protect me" The steam of the brew was so strong , with nausea she returned to the kitchen.
The servants had gone to do their duties, left over bread cakes, scones heavy with syrup and Blue berried pancakes met her eyes. She crumbled a bread cake. Her daughters ran into the kitchen stuffing themselves...
#spiritual
#magic
35 reads
8 Comments
Murk
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 12:12pm
2nd Oct 2018 12:12pm
Broken Toy Man (PT2)
I see my reflection in the window seal
where I sit and collect dust
my once big bright round eyes show water stains
and that smile is now just a smirk of a toy who no longer feels he is enough
I've battled with questions unanswered, craving so much more
to once again feel that feeling she felt for me that day in the store
but instead I set and watch her admire other toys that are nothing like me
and other times she looked at me like she didn’t even like me
but today was different, I saw reflection in her gaze
something I just now...
where I sit and collect dust
my once big bright round eyes show water stains
and that smile is now just a smirk of a toy who no longer feels he is enough
I've battled with questions unanswered, craving so much more
to once again feel that feeling she felt for me that day in the store
but instead I set and watch her admire other toys that are nothing like me
and other times she looked at me like she didn’t even like me
but today was different, I saw reflection in her gaze
something I just now...
#happiness
#love
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#ForbiddenLove
31 reads
0 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
30th Sep 2018 6:47pm
30th Sep 2018 6:47pm
Camp fire story (3)
The sizzling logs in the fireplace hissed on the background. The Earl Lep and his wife Grace were seated on a mauve velvet couch. They drank freshly brewed mede from small cups. Their daughters Jade and Luna were chattering in the library. They heard them talk through the walls that divided the lounge and library. Jade , a tall handsome brunette with the pale skin of her father, was reading a story to her sister from an old persian tale book. They both wore a dark red dress , each a slightly different colour. Dayum, the siberian tiger pup that Jade had adopted from a traveling circus lay at...
#spiritual
#magic
33 reads
4 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
30th Sep 2018 4:40pm
30th Sep 2018 4:40pm
The Ghosts of Herak- Part 2
There were booming and whooshing sounds from afar. It was as if the skies had opened up to all elements of the earth. There were cackling, keening, thousands of whispering voices and moans and groans. The cacophony of sounds seemed to seep into our beings, weakening our spirit, making us all helpless and terrified.
The people crowded into our main building, a circular enclosure, roofed and walled against the elements. It had withstand a cold winter, rain and sleet, and we hoped that it could withstand whatever was coming from the otherworld.
We were helpless. We did...
The people crowded into our main building, a circular enclosure, roofed and walled against the elements. It had withstand a cold winter, rain and sleet, and we hoped that it could withstand whatever was coming from the otherworld.
We were helpless. We did...
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
29 reads
4 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
30th Sep 2018 10:01am
30th Sep 2018 10:01am
The Ghosts of Herak- Part 1
I had often heard my grandmother speak about ghosts and spirits that howled in the night, not just any other night but during Lemularia, where ghosts of the ancients came back to their old homes and want to return to the land of the living.
My sister Pandora and I loved to listen to the old tales but giggled about it after that. We found it absolutely funny to think of our old grandfather toddling back to life.
We lived with our grandmother as our father a Roman Centurian had died gloriously in battle far away. He was the first batch of officers after the Marian reforms...
My sister Pandora and I loved to listen to the old tales but giggled about it after that. We found it absolutely funny to think of our old grandfather toddling back to life.
We lived with our grandmother as our father a Roman Centurian had died gloriously in battle far away. He was the first batch of officers after the Marian reforms...
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
42 reads
12 Comments
AEMelia564
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Y
Poem Published
27th Sep 2018 7:36am
27th Sep 2018 7:36am
Camp fire story
In old times through old tongues there was a firm belief in the passing of spirits from one world to another. And these needed to be guided to make it across.
Their last few fears would be a mist around the hills
A storm calling, a flock of spiders weaving the web of the forefathers.
The sea and sky could hold the knowledge of the purpose of these spirits.
The tides would know where they had gone or where they were going to.
Noadi and bone master knew so did the old crones. Noadi's were known as shamans also, as Bone masters were often female healers. ...
Their last few fears would be a mist around the hills
A storm calling, a flock of spiders weaving the web of the forefathers.
The sea and sky could hold the knowledge of the purpose of these spirits.
The tides would know where they had gone or where they were going to.
Noadi and bone master knew so did the old crones. Noadi's were known as shamans also, as Bone masters were often female healers. ...
#spiritual
#magic
54 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th Sep 2018 3:57am
26th Sep 2018 3:57am
The Doorman
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
I stepped out my vehicle and pushed the door close. Several shopping bags within my arms tumbled out onto the concrete pavement near the curve side. I looked around to see if anyone witnessed my gaffe. I flashed an embarrassing smile at the man walking out the door of my condominium building.
Carlos looked around. He turned his attention back to me. A wolfish grin highlighted his face.
No assistance? Oh, it’s like that I thought.
I bent over to retrieve three of my small Tiffany bags knowing the view of my lacy...
I stepped out my vehicle and pushed the door close. Several shopping bags within my arms tumbled out onto the concrete pavement near the curve side. I looked around to see if anyone witnessed my gaffe. I flashed an embarrassing smile at the man walking out the door of my condominium building.
Carlos looked around. He turned his attention back to me. A wolfish grin highlighted his face.
No assistance? Oh, it’s like that I thought.
I bent over to retrieve three of my small Tiffany bags knowing the view of my lacy...
#lover
#sensual
#temptation
45 reads
4 Comments
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