Least Read Fictional Prose
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Short stories and chapters from books and novels
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FeNyX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 2:16pm
12th Jan 2021 2:16pm
k- Slaves Do Not A Lord Make
Further along he walked softly alongside Mercury. Witches fun and dead innocents behind now. He mourned his failings, wishing he were better, always better. Filling his heart with guilt and pain he carried as the weight of oceans.
His legacy was long and troubled, tinged with greatness and tragedy. He carried almost all unknowingly, save for his line. Royal of royals he respected it and strove to better it in all ways, compassion being one. His name will drop form the story in time, his given name that is ... his other name will follow him and his offspring through eternity...
His legacy was long and troubled, tinged with greatness and tragedy. He carried almost all unknowingly, save for his line. Royal of royals he respected it and strove to better it in all ways, compassion being one. His name will drop form the story in time, his given name that is ... his other name will follow him and his offspring through eternity...
#love
#FreeVerse
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FeNyX
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 12:54pm
31st Dec 2020 12:54pm
k A Tale Of Two Brothers
There's a story of two bothers. Two other brothers or the same brothers. One gets twisted in the throes of early tumultuous history telling. Warped over time to fit exigency and greed.
Both had fine brides that loved them very well, but the younger who ruled the heavens grew jealous of his elder and coveted his wife. So he conspired with the nether world to kill his younger brother. They succeeded.
They lay a trap and drowned him in the great river, causing a panic in the realm below .
His wife led the search and eventually found him nestled...
Both had fine brides that loved them very well, but the younger who ruled the heavens grew jealous of his elder and coveted his wife. So he conspired with the nether world to kill his younger brother. They succeeded.
They lay a trap and drowned him in the great river, causing a panic in the realm below .
His wife led the search and eventually found him nestled...
#love
#jealousy
#spiritual
#revenge
#healing
10 reads
3 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 1:05am
25th Jan 2021 1:05am
Notifications
Jeff awoke to his phone alarm at 6am. Rolling over to quiet it. Then punching in his pin to check his texts, Facebook notifications, Twitter notifications, Instagram etc. Seeing the large number today he settles in to scroll through them in turn. Scrolling the titles and opening words of each, then opening and sometimes replying to interesting ones.
He pays particular attention to a co-worker's comments and posts. The blonde with the big tits he's been trying to bed. Another sexy selfie she tagged him in. Ogling her pic in a tight fall sweater with a come hither look, has his lust...
He pays particular attention to a co-worker's comments and posts. The blonde with the big tits he's been trying to bed. Another sexy selfie she tagged him in. Ogling her pic in a tight fall sweater with a come hither look, has his lust...
#philosophical
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_Skylark_
Poem Published
11th Nov 2022 5:09am
11th Nov 2022 5:09am
Scleral Etchings
I looked into his arctic blue eyes. My painted lips formed an even more painted on artificial smile. Artifice is, after all, an extension of nature, right? …Right? I hoped, likely in vain, that this caricaturization of natural human emotion distracted from the reflections in my eyes. Ones I feared might still be there after having blinked, slept, forgotten. Reflections in my glassy brown eyes of the countless Google searches ranging from “painless suicide methods” to “how long does it take to die from hanging?” I feared those inquiries were somehow permanently etched into the whites of my...
#suicide
#HumanRights
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FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
k- Present Incoherent
I sleep infrequently and sparingly. The apartment is too cold and too hot and I think it's just me. It's as cluttered as my mind is these days. My practical memory ... google, and my personal memory riddled with mysteries.
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
#love
#dreams
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 10:42pm
2nd Dec 2022 10:42pm
Forward
Captured in a framed silhouette by the light of the silverymoon she paused momentarily to tie her shoelaces.
Her body, shivery, shuddering, took it’s next deep breath then softened and warmed as the exhale slipped its way through her lips in a pale white veil.
After a brief furtive glance behind her shoulder, to the shadows of her back story, she continued steadfast on her journey.
Koke
kauneke
pānekeneke
קדימה (kadimah)
Forward…
Traversing the path...
Her body, shivery, shuddering, took it’s next deep breath then softened and warmed as the exhale slipped its way through her lips in a pale white veil.
After a brief furtive glance behind her shoulder, to the shadows of her back story, she continued steadfast on her journey.
Koke
kauneke
pānekeneke
קדימה (kadimah)
Forward…
Traversing the path...
#relationships
#FallingInLove
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 11:21pm
25th Nov 2022 11:21pm
A Tooth for an Eye: Part One
#dark
#secrets
#murder
#death
#mystery
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 11:24pm
25th Nov 2022 11:24pm
A Tooth for an Eye: Part Two
#dark
#secrets
#murder
#death
#mystery
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Tlass01
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 2:30pm
26th Nov 2022 2:30pm
The Debt is Paid
As I set in the metal chair in front of the window realizing everything has finally caught up with me. They will come for me. The only light in the room is that of a bent blind from the window overlooking an alley filled with trash.
Silence overtakes the room as the sound of slow steps from the hallway destract me from my thoughts. The steps are getting closer. Whoever it is, is wearing loud shoes. Amateurs! Crooked politicians and cover ups are going to get me killed.
The steps reach the door and stop. As the knob turns slowly, I take steady aim, ready for...
Silence overtakes the room as the sound of slow steps from the hallway destract me from my thoughts. The steps are getting closer. Whoever it is, is wearing loud shoes. Amateurs! Crooked politicians and cover ups are going to get me killed.
The steps reach the door and stop. As the knob turns slowly, I take steady aim, ready for...
#fiction
#ShortStory
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 1:52pm
29th Nov 2022 1:52pm
Silent, A Ghost From The Past
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
She took a step back, struggling to control her breathing. Arthur Harlesden had arrived, rosy apple cheeks and specs. Another vague figure from her childhood, always on the outskirts. He reassembled Dad. Older, though. Much older, and taller. Eerie. Almost as if Dad had come back.
The Ogre (Agnes) and Arthur Harlesden, both together in the same room. No way could this be happening. Apparently, they hadn't spoken since the fire. They never got on.
It was time to go over to the staff table. Her hands shook when she served the elderly...
She took a step back, struggling to control her breathing. Arthur Harlesden had arrived, rosy apple cheeks and specs. Another vague figure from her childhood, always on the outskirts. He reassembled Dad. Older, though. Much older, and taller. Eerie. Almost as if Dad had come back.
The Ogre (Agnes) and Arthur Harlesden, both together in the same room. No way could this be happening. Apparently, they hadn't spoken since the fire. They never got on.
It was time to go over to the staff table. Her hands shook when she served the elderly...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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FeNyX
Poem Published
14th Dec 2020 12:36pm
14th Dec 2020 12:36pm
k- The Ways The Mind Poisons The Heart As In The Heavens As On The Earth
The nature of Magik is pure. The nature of those who invoke it is ... suspect at best. To wield it creates a responsibility. Though most invocations are neutral in this, conjuring a cloak or summoning an article of clothing, some tend to fall outside this area. Altering one's perception or reality. Manipulating one as a puppet, Enchanting, carries more serious affects.
This never stopped those who use it from carrying out dastardly deeds and might explain the Karmic effects befallen them in later times. The divine ledger, as it were, checking off each box as appropriate to the...
This never stopped those who use it from carrying out dastardly deeds and might explain the Karmic effects befallen them in later times. The divine ledger, as it were, checking off each box as appropriate to the...
#love
#hate
#dreams
28 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 8:50pm
25th Nov 2022 8:50pm
The Perfect Weapon
a horror story
'You don't understand,' cried Laura, 'the British Army wouldn't do this!'
Even in their dire situation, Tina had to laugh at this hopelessly naive platitude. She stood with Laura and Michelle at the ingress to an underground cell. It contained a medieval-looking chair which was bolted to the floor and had wires sprouting all over it, as well as shackles attached to its arms and legs.
To the right was a cabinet with a sound box on it. Michelle had turned this on and a cacophony of male screams had filled the room before she hastily switched it...
'You don't understand,' cried Laura, 'the British Army wouldn't do this!'
Even in their dire situation, Tina had to laugh at this hopelessly naive platitude. She stood with Laura and Michelle at the ingress to an underground cell. It contained a medieval-looking chair which was bolted to the floor and had wires sprouting all over it, as well as shackles attached to its arms and legs.
To the right was a cabinet with a sound box on it. Michelle had turned this on and a cacophony of male screams had filled the room before she hastily switched it...
#soldiers
#ShortStory
#horror #military
#horror #military
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DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
