Least Read Fictional Prose
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Short stories and chapters from books and novels
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 7:35pm
27th Feb 2021 7:35pm
The Sargasso Frog
What was thought to be a small island near to the Bermuda Archipelagos in the North Atlantic Ocean, discovered a hundred, or so, years ago. it's now been found to be, a uniquely rare species of a giant frog.
Resulting in a summit of all the world's scientists, and leaders, fearful that this frog may hop, or leap. and such is it's size, and weight, could cause a giant super Tsunami, that could flood the entirety of the globe.
Therefore, should they put into place, preventative measures, such as culling it. with this in mind, the French delegation immediately offered to dispose of...
Resulting in a summit of all the world's scientists, and leaders, fearful that this frog may hop, or leap. and such is it's size, and weight, could cause a giant super Tsunami, that could flood the entirety of the globe.
Therefore, should they put into place, preventative measures, such as culling it. with this in mind, the French delegation immediately offered to dispose of...
#animals
#funny
#scifi
10 reads
0 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 1:48pm
28th Feb 2021 1:48pm
Anti-Körper, chapter 1, page 2
Anti-Körper, chapter 1, page 2. Visual poem.
#fiction
11 reads
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
Rainbow Gathering
Rainbow Gathering
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
#love
#marriage
#forest
#nature
#freedom
11 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 9:32pm
2nd Mar 2021 9:32pm
Babysitter Of Butterflies Fondly Alights
Babysitter Of Butterflies Fondly Alights
Ruby was a Nubian queen come to rule my heart. We found ourselves ensconced in an apartment complex for the divinely touched. She was the mistress of our realm who found a stopping-off point for her career there among the madly inspired. Foremost among the wickedly wacky was me whom she sought for counsel on the inner workings of the residents. She saw me as a shaman whose insights might help her gain traction with the velvet glove she used to ease us into calm.
And on one such day, she knocked on my door with me inside,...
Ruby was a Nubian queen come to rule my heart. We found ourselves ensconced in an apartment complex for the divinely touched. She was the mistress of our realm who found a stopping-off point for her career there among the madly inspired. Foremost among the wickedly wacky was me whom she sought for counsel on the inner workings of the residents. She saw me as a shaman whose insights might help her gain traction with the velvet glove she used to ease us into calm.
And on one such day, she knocked on my door with me inside,...
#erotic
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #sensual
#MentalHealth #sensual
12 reads
2 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 8:32pm
26th Feb 2021 8:32pm
Anti-Körper, chapter 1, page 1
Anti-Körper, chapter 1, page 1. Visual poem.
#technology
#science
#fiction
13 reads
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 8:27pm
2nd Mar 2021 8:27pm
Trapped In The Dark
Noise in the background. The man in the baseball cap walking along a corridor, his footsteps getting louder. A padlock jangles, clatters on the floor.
Her heart quickens. Starts to race. She'd given up hope of him ever returning, but he's come back to let her go.
She's about to call out to him when she detects a subtle switch in mood. Unspoken hostility sifting through the dark. Anger, red hot like an oven.
Her heart quickens. Starts to race. She'd given up hope of him ever returning, but he's come back to let her go.
She's about to call out to him when she detects a subtle switch in mood. Unspoken hostility sifting through the dark. Anger, red hot like an oven.
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
13 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 1:33pm
24th Feb 2021 1:33pm
Dream 2-24-21
Dream 2-24-21
Dreamed last night that for the second time in my life I set out for a large city to make my fortune or at least get a job. This time I headed to San Francisco to stay with my cousin who still lived in an apartment with his wife there. But I got homesick as I wandered the parks of the city feeling very much alone. On my walk back to my cousin’s apartment I ran into his roommate who looked like a punk rocker. He was concerned that I would stick them for my part of the rent. I figured I could put fifty dollars toward it which would be a pittance portion. When I got back...
Dreamed last night that for the second time in my life I set out for a large city to make my fortune or at least get a job. This time I headed to San Francisco to stay with my cousin who still lived in an apartment with his wife there. But I got homesick as I wandered the parks of the city feeling very much alone. On my walk back to my cousin’s apartment I ran into his roommate who looked like a punk rocker. He was concerned that I would stick them for my part of the rent. I figured I could put fifty dollars toward it which would be a pittance portion. When I got back...
#family
#dreams
#city
#memories
#travel
14 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 11:18pm
27th Feb 2021 11:18pm
Maternal Venus Rides The Soul Cycle
Maternal Venus Rides The Soul Cycle
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
...
John is an old soul who makes eighteen Sol circles only to become a vegan just like his Mom. He drinks her carrot juice by the gallon. He asks her, “Mom if I drink too much carrot juice will I turn orange? And if I mix it with beet juice will I get purple and orange stripes?”
She tells him, “No sweetie. But your eyes will work better, so you can see to wipe the last smudge of carob cookies off your mouth so you can tell Mom the cat ate them.”
“But Mom, if we are what we eat then that makes me a vegetable.”
...
#mother
#rebirth
#dialogue
#sensual
#son
18 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 1:25am
19th Feb 2021 1:25am
The Three Doors
Wandering through a small forest
I came across an old gnarled tree
As i drew even closer
It had a doorway i could see
It was all wonky, and misshapen
My curiosity took control
As i pushed it wide open
It swallowed me whole
I was sucked into a world of cats
Some were flying, some sound asleep
And others were simply walking around
With purrings so very deep
Others gently brushed my legs
Guiding me like that
Leading me to another cat
Which was sat upon a mat
This cat then spoke to me
Saying "i purr therefore i...
I came across an old gnarled tree
As i drew even closer
It had a doorway i could see
It was all wonky, and misshapen
My curiosity took control
As i pushed it wide open
It swallowed me whole
I was sucked into a world of cats
Some were flying, some sound asleep
And others were simply walking around
With purrings so very deep
Others gently brushed my legs
Guiding me like that
Leading me to another cat
Which was sat upon a mat
This cat then spoke to me
Saying "i purr therefore i...
#cats
#ghosts
#fairies
#mystery
#surreal
19 reads
3 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 3:08pm
20th Feb 2021 3:08pm
Atrocity Exhibition, Chapter 1, page 8.
Atrocity Exhibition, Chapter 1, page 8.
#books
19 reads
oskar
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 8:32am
16th Feb 2021 8:32am
the sea of the forgotten
The sea of the forgotten
When I sit on the terrace and the world is silent.
I can hear the ohm of the restless sea filling me with sadness.
It is melancholy the things I left undone
and what I did, unwise as I was.
Today, after many days of rain and fog, the sun shines.
I look at the sea it is post-card idyllic, but I know it’s might.
Relentless it crashes on sharp cliffs and wears them round
and of no hindrance.
In this time of the pandemic, I cannot drive down to the shore
and secretly hope a big surge will reach up and take me home. ...
When I sit on the terrace and the world is silent.
I can hear the ohm of the restless sea filling me with sadness.
It is melancholy the things I left undone
and what I did, unwise as I was.
Today, after many days of rain and fog, the sun shines.
I look at the sea it is post-card idyllic, but I know it’s might.
Relentless it crashes on sharp cliffs and wears them round
and of no hindrance.
In this time of the pandemic, I cannot drive down to the shore
and secretly hope a big surge will reach up and take me home. ...
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
20 reads
1 Comment
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 9:48pm
14th Nov 2020 9:48pm
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..................I spoke this aloud into the tape recorder and placed it on the table
Or actually atop a butcher's block
Atop the table and when I finished this with one smooth motion
I pulled out a hatchet and severed my finger.
Forging these quickly into a bundle
With kite string
I tied it to the leg of a raven.
Out the window with you and be utilitarian.
Well my boy that was certainly melodramatic
S. was saying.
Yes, perhaps you’re right I said and thought for a...
Or actually atop a butcher's block
Atop the table and when I finished this with one smooth motion
I pulled out a hatchet and severed my finger.
Forging these quickly into a bundle
With kite string
I tied it to the leg of a raven.
Out the window with you and be utilitarian.
Well my boy that was certainly melodramatic
S. was saying.
Yes, perhaps you’re right I said and thought for a...
#BestFriend
#SelfReflection
21 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
