Least Read Fictional Prose
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 8:58pm
2nd Jul 2020 8:58pm
Tragedy
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: a name.
I’d arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn’t returned at all.
And I’d lied, hadn’t I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill with you. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn’t have left my bike or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I’d lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It’s a good job they did. ...
I’d arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn’t returned at all.
And I’d lied, hadn’t I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill with you. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn’t have left my bike or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I’d lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It’s a good job they did. ...
#sadness
#mystery
21 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
26th May 2020 1:12pm
26th May 2020 1:12pm
A Short Story!
A Short Story!
whilst in the Old Town today, i was inspired to write a (thankfully!)short story, as follows: a few days ago, i was attacked by a giant vampire piano playing mermaid spider! this had somehow broken into my flat. i bravely and heroically managed to cover the spider with a small translucent lid (thus giving away the fact, that the giant vampire piano playing spider, wasn't actually quite as giantesque, as at first indicated, or suggested!) slipping a small piece of card under the aforementioned lid, i carefully escorted it to my kitchen. (don't worry, i had no...
whilst in the Old Town today, i was inspired to write a (thankfully!)short story, as follows: a few days ago, i was attacked by a giant vampire piano playing mermaid spider! this had somehow broken into my flat. i bravely and heroically managed to cover the spider with a small translucent lid (thus giving away the fact, that the giant vampire piano playing spider, wasn't actually quite as giantesque, as at first indicated, or suggested!) slipping a small piece of card under the aforementioned lid, i carefully escorted it to my kitchen. (don't worry, i had no...
#music
#funny
#vampires
#mermaids
#fear
27 reads
1 Comment
Viktor_Aidonis
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 7:03am
3rd Jun 2020 7:03am
Mr. Shiny
#money
#narrative
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#luck
30 reads
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 5:36am
23rd Jun 2020 5:36am
The Mouse at 900 Bernard St.
The mouse,
Is but a simple creature, hoping to find his next meal,
Or perhaps a mate, sometimes.
His nose is sensitive, and he feels
The hot air of the sunny spots between the alley walls
And the cool pungency of the litter and trash
And he fondly remembers the little bit of bread that dropped
Torn, by gravity, from the morning sandwich a busy busy
Somebody had been eating on her way to work.
And he's at the apartment entrance,
This little building that housed about twelve people, now soon to be demolished, ...
Is but a simple creature, hoping to find his next meal,
Or perhaps a mate, sometimes.
His nose is sensitive, and he feels
The hot air of the sunny spots between the alley walls
And the cool pungency of the litter and trash
And he fondly remembers the little bit of bread that dropped
Torn, by gravity, from the morning sandwich a busy busy
Somebody had been eating on her way to work.
And he's at the apartment entrance,
This little building that housed about twelve people, now soon to be demolished, ...
#animals
30 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
25th May 2020 6:27pm
25th May 2020 6:27pm
alien encounter...
alien encounter...
last night, well in the early hours of this morning, i was abducted by aliens and taken to an unknown by me, a different part of the universe, a strange and fanciful place. they communicated with me by the means of telepathy (the ultimate experience of voices in the head!) i spoke out " if you're going to anally probe me, can i at least go to the loo first, i'm absolutely bursting for a pee!" they looked puzzled, and said nothing, but one of them led me to an alien toilet. i passed water, and a bit of wind! (something to tell my grandchildren that i farted in a...
last night, well in the early hours of this morning, i was abducted by aliens and taken to an unknown by me, a different part of the universe, a strange and fanciful place. they communicated with me by the means of telepathy (the ultimate experience of voices in the head!) i spoke out " if you're going to anally probe me, can i at least go to the loo first, i'm absolutely bursting for a pee!" they looked puzzled, and said nothing, but one of them led me to an alien toilet. i passed water, and a bit of wind! (something to tell my grandchildren that i farted in a...
#funny
#aliens
#scifi
32 reads
1 Comment
maryjosephs
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 12:57pm
7th Jun 2020 12:57pm
Shedding
She pulled away the barcode from her wrist. The plastic bracelet took a while to break. It had been hours, it had been days in fact since she had last noticed it, but it had been there, witnessing her pains, ever since she'd joined that weary cast of warded patients waiting to be well.
After she'd got home, and turned her key in the door, and seen the usual mess just as she'd left it, and charged her dead phone, and boiled her stale kettle, she'd spent an unmeasuredly peaceful afternoon soaking the hospital away from her skin, from her hair, from her soul. She had found her bed...
After she'd got home, and turned her key in the door, and seen the usual mess just as she'd left it, and charged her dead phone, and boiled her stale kettle, she'd spent an unmeasuredly peaceful afternoon soaking the hospital away from her skin, from her hair, from her soul. She had found her bed...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#MovingOn
32 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
23rd Jun 2020 2:55pm
Ring of Centuries Inn
Ring of Centuries Inn
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
While walking down Decatur Street, I see a woman lying in the grass in Jackson Square. She fascinates me. The freedom of youth sweeps me away and so I watch her.
It is a bright sunny September day. There are cool breezes off the river as she lays in her summer dress, with her thighs and back bare, and sunbathing in the grass. My view is of her lying on her side while looking across the fresh green grass at the bright orange marigolds which fill her little corner of Jackson Square.
She looks up at the black iron...
#marriage
#romantic
#dreams
#rebirth
#sensual
32 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 8:51pm
23rd Jun 2020 8:51pm
Panic Attack On The Underground
She rang off. Dazed, she took the escalator down and found the platform teeming with people. The train came. She got on. The carriage was filling up.
There’s something your stinking rich rellies haven’t told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop....
There’s something your stinking rich rellies haven’t told you. The wrong man went to prison.
The carriage doors shut.
While granddaddy spoilt you and pampered to your every demand, an innocent man did time for a crime your father had committed. And granddaddy knew.
The train started to move.
Not very nice, covering up a murder and letting someone else take the blame.
Another stop....
#anxiety
#mystery
#risk
33 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th May 2020 9:38pm
28th May 2020 9:38pm
In Trouble
Gordon leaves with Ollie. I go back in with Barry, and that's the last I remember.
I wake up not in the hospital, but in a concrete hut somewhere deep in abandoned wasteland, groggy and disorientated with a strange taste in my mouth, body sore from the fall downstairs. I'm lying on the floor in recovery position, wondering how I got there. Outside, the weather continues to rage, the winds howling against the roof; inside, three men with torch lamps sit huddled around candles, playing cards and singing The Grand Old Duke Of York. They bang on the floor and stamp their feet...
I wake up not in the hospital, but in a concrete hut somewhere deep in abandoned wasteland, groggy and disorientated with a strange taste in my mouth, body sore from the fall downstairs. I'm lying on the floor in recovery position, wondering how I got there. Outside, the weather continues to rage, the winds howling against the roof; inside, three men with torch lamps sit huddled around candles, playing cards and singing The Grand Old Duke Of York. They bang on the floor and stamp their feet...
#mystery
#risk
34 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
30th May 2020 10:36am
30th May 2020 10:36am
Oberon visits Londinium
One fine day, Oberon, king of the fairies, decides to take time out of Fairyland, and decides to visit London,
there he intends to drink some fine wines, indulge in some earth food, and read a paper at an exclusive Gentlemans club.
He announces himself at the door of one such place, wearing his kingly robes. the doorman refuses him admittance, and requests that he leave, or the local constabulary would be summoned. the king is deeply offended at this treatment, and then insists he should be admitted, as he is King of The Fairies, and produces a handful of gold coins, and informs...
there he intends to drink some fine wines, indulge in some earth food, and read a paper at an exclusive Gentlemans club.
He announces himself at the door of one such place, wearing his kingly robes. the doorman refuses him admittance, and requests that he leave, or the local constabulary would be summoned. the king is deeply offended at this treatment, and then insists he should be admitted, as he is King of The Fairies, and produces a handful of gold coins, and informs...
#funny
#fairies
#ignorance #surreal
#ignorance #surreal
34 reads
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Parabellus-Rose1
Parabellus
Parabellus
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 7:02pm
6th Jun 2020 7:02pm
Two stubborn peas in a pod
A quick glimpse then I look away,
A quick glimpse then she looks away,
whoever gets up first from bed and turns off that ear-busting alarm,
that is inconveniently far from the bed,
has to make breakfast.
tempting as it is to eliminate that deafening sound...
I refuse to lose again,
Besides...
fluffy scrambled eggs with slices of crisp bacon,
with much room on the plate for mushrooms,
sat next to a pair of golden glazed sausages,
all of this ... brought to me in bed,
sounds too delightful to pass up,
...
A quick glimpse then she looks away,
whoever gets up first from bed and turns off that ear-busting alarm,
that is inconveniently far from the bed,
has to make breakfast.
tempting as it is to eliminate that deafening sound...
I refuse to lose again,
Besides...
fluffy scrambled eggs with slices of crisp bacon,
with much room on the plate for mushrooms,
sat next to a pair of golden glazed sausages,
all of this ... brought to me in bed,
sounds too delightful to pass up,
...
#funny
35 reads
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Programmingjoe
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 3:06am
27th Mar 2020 3:06am
The Cup
As Jimmy fell into a deep sleep, he thought of astronauts roaming the universe and discovering civilisations far into the cosmos. His dad was an astronaut who had left two years prior on an expedition that was supposed to have lasted eighteen months. Twelve months into the journey home base lost contact with their ship after the crew had decided to land on a small blue planet about the same size as earth and the same distance away from a star as earth is from our sun. While many people believe the travellers will return soon, hope continues to decline for all. However, Jimmy was still full of...
#scifi
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DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
