Least Read Fictional Prose
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nicoleafterjana
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 1:29am
18th Feb 2020 1:29am
An Unfortunate Affair
According to the FBI, a sex-trafficking law enforcement operation in the region brought in 180 arrests during the 11 days leading up to the Super Bowl game. That puts Atlanta on the high end of the scale compared to arrests in other Super Bowl Cities. This is Carmen Turner with Channel 2 Action News more updates on this story at 11p.m.
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Emerson turned off the television in her room and prepared herself for the dinner party she was hosting in her four bedroom home tonight. She had been watching updates on the sex trafficking epidemic being that she worked in a...
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Emerson turned off the television in her room and prepared herself for the dinner party she was hosting in her four bedroom home tonight. She had been watching updates on the sex trafficking epidemic being that she worked in a...
#love
#women
#fiction #ShortStory
#fiction #ShortStory
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edward
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:41am
17th Feb 2020 3:41am
GREEN Chapter One
GREEN Chapter One
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out...
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out...
#mythology
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Mogwai
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 6:21pm
15th Feb 2020 6:21pm
Welcome Home, Commander
So like, I roll up into this cave on one my usual hiking trips taking shelter from a brief storm. I walked by this cave a lot of times but some sort of weird smell emits from it so never stopped to check it out. This time I felt solace in the shelter so the smell was of little concern. I prefer to be dry like a true hiker. Did I mention I work as a post man?
The cave looks like any other cave. Aside from the smell it had all the creature comforts a Neanderthal would appreciate. Stone couches, a love seat made of mastodon bones, and a California king size bed made of oak with a goose...
The cave looks like any other cave. Aside from the smell it had all the creature comforts a Neanderthal would appreciate. Stone couches, a love seat made of mastodon bones, and a California king size bed made of oak with a goose...
#science
#fiction
#aliens
25 reads
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RobynRenee
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 11:38pm
18th Feb 2020 11:38pm
Leah's doom
The pillow was pressed ever tighter against my face.
Try as I might, I could not gasp enough air.
I was dying.
I was being murdered.
But the hand holding the weapon was not that of an enemy, nor of a stranger.
It was of a friend, and even more intimate, a husband.
I knew he loved Rachel more. But I thought that it didn't matter.
I thought he could have us both.
And then I felt the life in my stomach kick and hiccup, and I realize why I must die.
I am with child, while Rachel is barren.
And neither my husband nor my sister, no matter how...
Try as I might, I could not gasp enough air.
I was dying.
I was being murdered.
But the hand holding the weapon was not that of an enemy, nor of a stranger.
It was of a friend, and even more intimate, a husband.
I knew he loved Rachel more. But I thought that it didn't matter.
I thought he could have us both.
And then I felt the life in my stomach kick and hiccup, and I realize why I must die.
I am with child, while Rachel is barren.
And neither my husband nor my sister, no matter how...
#jealousy
#sister
#death
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spacemod69
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 4:43pm
17th Feb 2020 4:43pm
Separation
He looked her in the eye “I will miss you,” he said. “You have become a big part of my life.”
“I love you,” she said, shedding a tear. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, it’s the best for both of us. We are different people with different ideas. I’ve been holding you back.”
“But…!”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He watched her drift off as the nurse approached.
“You’ll be fine. Count back from ten for me.”
“Ten..nine..eight..”.
He fell into deep sleep as the surgery team surrounded both twins. Their separation...
“I love you,” she said, shedding a tear. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, it’s the best for both of us. We are different people with different ideas. I’ve been holding you back.”
“But…!”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He watched her drift off as the nurse approached.
“You’ll be fine. Count back from ten for me.”
“Ten..nine..eight..”.
He fell into deep sleep as the surgery team surrounded both twins. Their separation...
#love
#MovingOn
26 reads
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RobynRenee
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 4:01am
28th Jan 2020 4:01am
chasing fireflies, a short, short story
Lila ran through the grass, laughing as it tickled her bare feet.
“Come and play, Ted!” she called, beckoning to her brother.
“Hurry, the sun’s setting and the fireflies are out.”
Ted looked up from the book he had been reading.
“I’ll come in a minute. Let me just finish this page.”
Lila watched him for a while, then, stomping in disgust,
stalked over to where Ted sat.
“Get up.” she ordered, hands on hips, staring him down.
Ted laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m done and I’m coming.”
Lila’s face brightened, and she grabbed Ted’s hand.
Then,...
“Come and play, Ted!” she called, beckoning to her brother.
“Hurry, the sun’s setting and the fireflies are out.”
Ted looked up from the book he had been reading.
“I’ll come in a minute. Let me just finish this page.”
Lila watched him for a while, then, stomping in disgust,
stalked over to where Ted sat.
“Get up.” she ordered, hands on hips, staring him down.
Ted laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m done and I’m coming.”
Lila’s face brightened, and she grabbed Ted’s hand.
Then,...
#brother
#sister
#ShortStory
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
Followed
When I step into the entrance hall, the same silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling.
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
#scary
#mystery
29 reads
3 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2019 11:44pm
23rd Nov 2019 11:44pm
A Tear and a Smile
The Friday before I died,
I listened to some Beethoven,
sent a letter to my ex and cleaned the garage.
It rained that night.
Two hours before I died, I played with my dog, sent a check to St Jude, and watched the news.
When I died tonight, I thought about my life and smiled.
I listened to some Beethoven,
sent a letter to my ex and cleaned the garage.
It rained that night.
Two hours before I died, I played with my dog, sent a check to St Jude, and watched the news.
When I died tonight, I thought about my life and smiled.
#happiness
#death
#LifeCycle
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Ignoramus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 9:14am
1st Feb 2020 9:14am
PRELIMINARY THOUGHTS
From the book I’ve most learned
is one full of mistakes, MAN.
Just like wind in it’s most
highest fury can’t manage to tousle a
statue, the critic can’t, even in his
highest prejudices, alter the
destiny of a genius.
What distinguishes the intelectual from
the Great Thinker is, that one is
an encyclopedia, the other, a book
filled with prophecies.
A judge that isn’t just, is the worst
of delinquents.
In the doors of Mystery,
there will always be a...
is one full of mistakes, MAN.
Just like wind in it’s most
highest fury can’t manage to tousle a
statue, the critic can’t, even in his
highest prejudices, alter the
destiny of a genius.
What distinguishes the intelectual from
the Great Thinker is, that one is
an encyclopedia, the other, a book
filled with prophecies.
A judge that isn’t just, is the worst
of delinquents.
In the doors of Mystery,
there will always be a...
#humankind
#mystery
#philosophical
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magichearts
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
Aarzoo
Kyun na hum kuch kasme wade khaye, le kar hatho me hath Mandvi beach par jaye,,
retili mitti par ungliya firaye, kuch tasvir tum ukero aur kuch hum bnaye,,
hasi khel thitholi me apna bachpan fir dohraye, nil gagan par udte un safed buglo ko aawaz lgaye,,
sanjh ghire megho tale mor bankar nritya sjaye, mithi mithi pawan ke sang kuch tarun geet naye gungunaye,,
sar sar kr aati lehro ko bhag kar thenga dikhlaye, chehakti umango se thirak kar ek dusre ko chede chidaye,,
sunehri dhoop me rangili yadon ki titliya udaye, mapne dharti ke chor amber sang bhage jaye,, ...
retili mitti par ungliya firaye, kuch tasvir tum ukero aur kuch hum bnaye,,
hasi khel thitholi me apna bachpan fir dohraye, nil gagan par udte un safed buglo ko aawaz lgaye,,
sanjh ghire megho tale mor bankar nritya sjaye, mithi mithi pawan ke sang kuch tarun geet naye gungunaye,,
sar sar kr aati lehro ko bhag kar thenga dikhlaye, chehakti umango se thirak kar ek dusre ko chede chidaye,,
sunehri dhoop me rangili yadon ki titliya udaye, mapne dharti ke chor amber sang bhage jaye,, ...
#fall
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
11th Feb 2020 8:22am
11th Feb 2020 8:22am
Red or Blue
You ignored me when I asked,
about the progressive cracks,
told me, I could go back down,
scratching coins from the filth around.
I felt the tremor, sensed the risk,
as concrete splits and metal twists,
through garment rolls and splintered doors,
my body smashed neath several floors.
As I lay broke I heard her voice,
she asked her friend about a choice,
what looks best the red or blue?
I closed my eyes and broke on through.
Sarah had always been the sensitive type; she seemed to pick up signals that most...
about the progressive cracks,
told me, I could go back down,
scratching coins from the filth around.
I felt the tremor, sensed the risk,
as concrete splits and metal twists,
through garment rolls and splintered doors,
my body smashed neath several floors.
As I lay broke I heard her voice,
she asked her friend about a choice,
what looks best the red or blue?
I closed my eyes and broke on through.
Sarah had always been the sensitive type; she seemed to pick up signals that most...
#LifeChangingMoment
35 reads
2 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
25th Nov 2019 7:47pm
25th Nov 2019 7:47pm
Santa Coal (smoke break invite)
Breathless, the black sleigh in tatters, metal blasted to hell with the shell lopsidedly flopped open by multiple blast hits… Sooty Santa slides heavily against the belly of his metallic pal, Brix the Dragon; his dark britches sinking his large frame into the snowdrift which had built up against her disappearing side; snow that won't hold up his dense mass. Betrayed by the fluffy chair, he lays his arms with bloody knuckles, which actually welcome the merciful cold, to rest on the surface, only to see them, too, sinking into the fluff. Sitting with his head poking out of his body’s snowy...
#conflict
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DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
