Least Read Fictional Prose
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RevolutionAL
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 4:26am
17th Apr 2018 4:26am
Oh Dear Professor Wiggens
Gears and bearings were grinding
all attempts at lubrication
had been in vain
The large
handle
at the end
of the bright copper urn
was vibrating
like an unbalanced
propeller
Wiggens sighed
wiped the persperation from his brow
in a polishing action
with his rather old
frayed, grey hankychief
[which may have been white, fifteen or twenty years ago]
Then he yelled
"Bring me a strong black Americano, Mr Barrister!"
he kicked the urn
with a resounding
"gong"!
Which echoed through the...
all attempts at lubrication
had been in vain
The large
handle
at the end
of the bright copper urn
was vibrating
like an unbalanced
propeller
Wiggens sighed
wiped the persperation from his brow
in a polishing action
with his rather old
frayed, grey hankychief
[which may have been white, fifteen or twenty years ago]
Then he yelled
"Bring me a strong black Americano, Mr Barrister!"
he kicked the urn
with a resounding
"gong"!
Which echoed through the...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 3:41pm
17th Apr 2018 3:41pm
Asterisk Wars
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
Asterisk Wars
A Fresh Lyric.
The Scribble Alliance fight against the tyranny
of the New Literary Galactic Umpire.
The Umpire has developed new punctuation
to annihilate the Scribblers once and for all
with no adjective follow up citation,
though the Scribblers struck the first blow
by presenting their unfinished poems
with their errors and faults on show,
So continues the cosmic writing battle
exchanging line by line
in this perpetual stream of verbal prattle,
yet the Umpire feature...
Asterisk Wars
A Fresh Lyric.
The Scribble Alliance fight against the tyranny
of the New Literary Galactic Umpire.
The Umpire has developed new punctuation
to annihilate the Scribblers once and for all
with no adjective follow up citation,
though the Scribblers struck the first blow
by presenting their unfinished poems
with their errors and faults on show,
So continues the cosmic writing battle
exchanging line by line
in this perpetual stream of verbal prattle,
yet the Umpire feature...
#war
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2018
21 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Apr 2018 3:51am
19th Apr 2018 3:51am
Bus Lady and the Two Knights
Bus Lady and the Two Knights
She sits under the arched passage while I stand over her. My offer of a taxi to get her home is made void by my lack of pocket money. Thunder and lightning boom with torrential rain pelting the parking lot. The city bus is our only escape route.
She gazes at the busy intersection with her eyes glued for the freedom mobile. We stand like track runners just before the gunshot signal. I yell “Go!” We race under sheets of water and electricity. The bus doors open for us soaked travelers. Even in our feminist age, she thanks me for “Ladies first.”...
She sits under the arched passage while I stand over her. My offer of a taxi to get her home is made void by my lack of pocket money. Thunder and lightning boom with torrential rain pelting the parking lot. The city bus is our only escape route.
She gazes at the busy intersection with her eyes glued for the freedom mobile. We stand like track runners just before the gunshot signal. I yell “Go!” We race under sheets of water and electricity. The bus doors open for us soaked travelers. Even in our feminist age, she thanks me for “Ladies first.”...
#women
#men
#storm #religion
#storm #religion
25 reads
2 Comments
Justafan18
Justafan
Justafan
Poem Published
20th Apr 2018 10:17pm
20th Apr 2018 10:17pm
The STANG Part3
#relationships
#romantic
#honesty
25 reads
2 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 10:31pm
18th Apr 2018 10:31pm
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
April 18
#18
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
* "So what drew you to seek employment at our particular establishment?"
---- "I need a job."
* "I see, And do you have any experience in the job you are applying for?"
---- "I will if you hire me."
* "What do you feel that you can bring to our company?"
---- "Work."
* "I see, so, what makes you feel that you are qualified for this position?"
---- "Well, my third grade teacher, miss Bean, told me that I could do anything that I set my mind upon, and I believe her words to be true. And...
#18
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
* "So what drew you to seek employment at our particular establishment?"
---- "I need a job."
* "I see, And do you have any experience in the job you are applying for?"
---- "I will if you hire me."
* "What do you feel that you can bring to our company?"
---- "Work."
* "I see, so, what makes you feel that you are qualified for this position?"
---- "Well, my third grade teacher, miss Bean, told me that I could do anything that I set my mind upon, and I believe her words to be true. And...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
27 reads
4 Comments
aabbchot
Poem Published
5th Apr 2018 1:24am
5th Apr 2018 1:24am
Central Petroleum ( CTP )
WHIMSICAL SATIRE on Australian small oil gas exploration production company Central Petroleum ( CTP ) listed on the Australian Stock Exchange. CTP was created by geologist, founding Managing Director, with tenement landholding bigger than the sizes of U.K. France, Texas. M.D., Board, executive behaviour led to court case currently being heard in Texas, M.D. sacking ( challenged in court and winning substantial payout ), new controversial M.D., Board appointed. Oil market collapse left CTP unable to raise more equity chronically short of funds, switched focus from oil to gas to exploit East...
#conflict
30 reads
0 Comments
Justafan18
Justafan
Justafan
Poem Published
20th Apr 2018 5:36am
20th Apr 2018 5:36am
The STANG Part 2
#relationships
#romantic
32 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Apr 2018 6:45pm
19th Apr 2018 6:45pm
African Eve - Story
African Eve - Story
The smoke from a forest being burned for tobacco cultivation hovers over the fields. Men gather at the saloon to smoke cigars and drink beer. A gray-haired man sits in the center of the room with a gaze as though collecting his thoughts. I see into the crystal clarity of his eyes and approach him. He tells me of the mystery of time which flows like a river through the forest of dreams.
He shares his memory of the crescent of Quonset huts where babies nurse from their mother’s breast. It is the twilight of magic he says. He heard the...
The smoke from a forest being burned for tobacco cultivation hovers over the fields. Men gather at the saloon to smoke cigars and drink beer. A gray-haired man sits in the center of the room with a gaze as though collecting his thoughts. I see into the crystal clarity of his eyes and approach him. He tells me of the mystery of time which flows like a river through the forest of dreams.
He shares his memory of the crescent of Quonset huts where babies nurse from their mother’s breast. It is the twilight of magic he says. He heard the...
#forest
#trees
#nature
33 reads
3 Comments
Justafan18
Justafan
Justafan
Poem Published
20th Apr 2018 5:22am
20th Apr 2018 5:22am
The STANG
#relationships
#romantic
33 reads
14 Comments
Justafan18
Justafan
Justafan
Poem Published
19th Apr 2018 7:34am
19th Apr 2018 7:34am
Sarah Smiles
A subtle quietness filled the air as she crossed the beach. The moon reflected brilliantly against the waters of the Gulf ... shimmering. The breeze brushed her fair skin lifting her auburn hair gently. Her dark brown eyes matched the piercing darkness of night surrounding her. She paused, feeling alone.
Lost in thought she felt rather than saw the wave that covered her feet. She wiggled her toes in the warm wet sand, enjoying the sensation.
Sarah turned to leave but instead dropped to the sand drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. She remained like this for...
Lost in thought she felt rather than saw the wave that covered her feet. She wiggled her toes in the warm wet sand, enjoying the sensation.
Sarah turned to leave but instead dropped to the sand drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. She remained like this for...
#drugs
#addiction
35 reads
6 Comments
RJErbacher
Poem Published
6th Apr 2018 3:14am
6th Apr 2018 3:14am
Between
Blood still trickled from his open wounds. The taste of the sword gripped in his teeth was foul, the stain of dried black blood on the blade forced him to work at keeping his gorge down. He was without clothes or armor or adornment. Naked with nary a scabbard. Sweat glistened his muscles as they trembled with the struggle. His fingers searched for purchase, toes curling into fissures of the rock face. His belly scraped the roughness of the stones. Slowly he ascended. Maddeningly slow. The walls curved to either side of him forming a vertical tunnel that rose to the light above. He...
#strength
#religion
#spiritual
#monsters
#redemption
37 reads
0 Comments
God-Is-In-The-Rain
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 2:16am
1st Apr 2018 2:16am
4. End of all the_Things
Dear Don Deah – and Almighty Sera Hush (book 1)
Chapter 4: "End of all the_Things"
Exciting! For the first time I’ll actually come on time. Ok. Opposite the steelworks. The last house in the block. High brick wall and – part of it should be paper covering a hole. Somewhere. Somewhere around here. Have to say the indeed did very good job hiding the hole. Come on! I have to find you quick while the sun is at least a little above the horizon! Do you know how dark it is in this part of town?
Slowly tracing the plaster until, yes, here we go. It’s a lot...
Chapter 4: "End of all the_Things"
Exciting! For the first time I’ll actually come on time. Ok. Opposite the steelworks. The last house in the block. High brick wall and – part of it should be paper covering a hole. Somewhere. Somewhere around here. Have to say the indeed did very good job hiding the hole. Come on! I have to find you quick while the sun is at least a little above the horizon! Do you know how dark it is in this part of town?
Slowly tracing the plaster until, yes, here we go. It’s a lot...
#prose
38 reads
0 Comments
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