Least Read Fictional Prose
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Catman555
Poem Published
20th Oct 2018 8:05pm
20th Oct 2018 8:05pm
Chronicle of Trauma
December 26th 1906
This event of trauma happened back in a town where I used to live as a child. This was about when I started going to school. The docks at the edge of town are unsafe for young girls or boys to explore alone.
Once I've learned that it's full of starving sailors who like to take a "talking companion" to the nearest brothel, The Paradise of Pearls. Those memories have haunted me for years.
I foolishly went alone after sunset, it was pouring rain and the boats came in the harbors. A captain saw me and wanted to discuss something about school....
This event of trauma happened back in a town where I used to live as a child. This was about when I started going to school. The docks at the edge of town are unsafe for young girls or boys to explore alone.
Once I've learned that it's full of starving sailors who like to take a "talking companion" to the nearest brothel, The Paradise of Pearls. Those memories have haunted me for years.
I foolishly went alone after sunset, it was pouring rain and the boats came in the harbors. A captain saw me and wanted to discuss something about school....
#suffering
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Catman555
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 10:09pm
2nd Oct 2018 10:09pm
Mother (part 1)
I was out walking in the outskirts of a town we moved into at the time. I was heading to the most forested area. I thought that I would go out and enjoy the full moon, patches of mist hover the fields; it was such a very nice atmosphere. I was only twelve years old and my mum was ok with that, but she advised me to be very careful. Not so much as I might get lost (since I can easily find my way back); mainly of the kind of people that can come across as pleasant. The most sensible advice every mother gives to their child.
As I arrived at the cluster of trees, the brightest...
As I arrived at the cluster of trees, the brightest...
#scary
#nightmares
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Catman555
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 2:00pm
3rd Oct 2018 2:00pm
Mother (part 2)
After school; after getting to used to it, I went to the sweetshop. I saw a news headline by the convenient shop and it reads: GIRL, 11 KIDNAPPED LAST NIGHT IN TOWN. I suddenly remembered the middled aged woman that stopped by last night when I was out. Could she be the one that did it? Or could it be a coincidence? Then again, I was surprised that she never said anything about coming in her car for a lift or giving me anything to entise me to her.
When I got home, my mum was holding the newspaper and told me that I'm not allowed to got out tonight. I don't even want to after the...
When I got home, my mum was holding the newspaper and told me that I'm not allowed to got out tonight. I don't even want to after the...
#scary
#nightmares
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Catman555
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 12:36pm
4th Oct 2018 12:36pm
Mother (part 3)
I woke sweating, panic attack and tears rolling. It was only a nightmare. Just a silly fucking nightmare.
"Viggo! I made breakfast for you in bed!" My mum called.
"Ok" I said with a relieved tone.
I got out of bed, opened the curtain and opened the window. Beautiful, clear summer morning skies; it was winter in the nightmare. I inhaled the fresh air blown in by a breeze. Knock knock, my mum arrived with the breakfast. I got into bed.
"come in, mum" I said happily.
She opened the door. Then, my face turned in horror with confusion when I...
"Viggo! I made breakfast for you in bed!" My mum called.
"Ok" I said with a relieved tone.
I got out of bed, opened the curtain and opened the window. Beautiful, clear summer morning skies; it was winter in the nightmare. I inhaled the fresh air blown in by a breeze. Knock knock, my mum arrived with the breakfast. I got into bed.
"come in, mum" I said happily.
She opened the door. Then, my face turned in horror with confusion when I...
#scary
#nightmares
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
19th Sep 2018 2:18am
19th Sep 2018 2:18am
Pig in a Web scene 10 & 11 (Meet Tommy and friends)
Scene 10:
Willy wakes slowly in a dim barn to the sound of muttering, whining, and shouting coming from a caged rat in a corner.
Tommy: Haveaheart… like a brain fart… hearty-heart, heart, har…. WHY GOD? WHY? How long have I been in here this time? I'm dying! Water! Food…. eggs… eggs is how I got here! I hate you geese! I'm gonna eat your babies! You hear me, you ugly birds!?!
Goose: That's how you got here. Didn't work. Remember? Next time, don't come back. Catch a flight out on the next big hawk, would you?
Tommy: Help me, hungry….thirsty…. Mercy….. just an old...
Willy wakes slowly in a dim barn to the sound of muttering, whining, and shouting coming from a caged rat in a corner.
Tommy: Haveaheart… like a brain fart… hearty-heart, heart, har…. WHY GOD? WHY? How long have I been in here this time? I'm dying! Water! Food…. eggs… eggs is how I got here! I hate you geese! I'm gonna eat your babies! You hear me, you ugly birds!?!
Goose: That's how you got here. Didn't work. Remember? Next time, don't come back. Catch a flight out on the next big hawk, would you?
Tommy: Help me, hungry….thirsty…. Mercy….. just an old...
#parody
#funny
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
13th Oct 2018 2:44am
13th Oct 2018 2:44am
Pig in a Web, scenes 12 and 13
Scene 12
Sheep 1: Willy was suffering from a lack of friends, but at least Mel seemed to like him. Tommy said she was a veggie-terror human-terrorism or something scary sounding like that. Willy was glad he wasn't a veggie or a human. Maybe she wanted to be his mommy!
Sheep 2: If only little Willy felt sure he had friends! Most of his previous 4 footed neighbors seemed sure he was only good at being part of the menu. Daddy farmer didn't even think he could be good at that!
Sheep 3: Feeling sure he would never breed, or make a ham, it wasn't clear where Willy belonged in the...
Sheep 1: Willy was suffering from a lack of friends, but at least Mel seemed to like him. Tommy said she was a veggie-terror human-terrorism or something scary sounding like that. Willy was glad he wasn't a veggie or a human. Maybe she wanted to be his mommy!
Sheep 2: If only little Willy felt sure he had friends! Most of his previous 4 footed neighbors seemed sure he was only good at being part of the menu. Daddy farmer didn't even think he could be good at that!
Sheep 3: Feeling sure he would never breed, or make a ham, it wasn't clear where Willy belonged in the...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
18th Sep 2018 9:19pm
18th Sep 2018 9:19pm
Pig in a Web, scene 9, Meet Cousin Chaz!
Scene 9:
Daddy is putting Willy into a small travel kennel in the kitchen. The doorbell rings and it's his cousin from the bank, Chaz, in a suit with a briefcase. He looks down at the pig in the carrier.
Chaz: You'll need to sell more than that little pig to keep your farm. The bank is calling in your loan this quarter; all of it.
Daddy: He isn't for sale yet. Aunt Mel is helping Heather grow it over at her place because she wants to fund a new bike for herself this year.
Chaz: Looks like Aunt Mel is helping you. Don't forget to consider that in the bank’s eyes that...
Daddy is putting Willy into a small travel kennel in the kitchen. The doorbell rings and it's his cousin from the bank, Chaz, in a suit with a briefcase. He looks down at the pig in the carrier.
Chaz: You'll need to sell more than that little pig to keep your farm. The bank is calling in your loan this quarter; all of it.
Daddy: He isn't for sale yet. Aunt Mel is helping Heather grow it over at her place because she wants to fund a new bike for herself this year.
Chaz: Looks like Aunt Mel is helping you. Don't forget to consider that in the bank’s eyes that...
#parody
#funny
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Ion_knw
Poem Published
21st Sep 2018 8:19am
21st Sep 2018 8:19am
Raggedy
Awww why im always in some shit mark thought to himself shaking his head as he paced back and forth he often did that,the pacing, it was out of his control as long as he could remember he paced it was like his legs were working hard to keep his mind busy but this time was different no amount of pacing could ease his mind . He had to get it together get a plan maybe Shanna would be down she was always talking about leaving the hood anyway he thought looking at his big face watch he had gotten from puff puff pass the smoke shop on the corner mark kept on pacing constantly whipping his head...
#books
#WritersBlock
#passion
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Catman555
Poem Published
15th Oct 2018 5:10pm
15th Oct 2018 5:10pm
There Was A Girl Named Georgia
#anxiety
#rejection
#frustration #UnrequitedLove
#frustration #UnrequitedLove
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Catman555
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2018 10:39am
3rd Oct 2018 10:39am
The Unknown Experiment (part 2)
December 14th 2016
Ten years since I've last visited this place. It is a very cold day in this town, overcast dark cloud and snow. It certainly is a very cold day to go out and take a nice, nostalgic tour. Not the same as I remembered.
I have left the mechanics job in 1993; the airport was then closed. Nobody knew why, it was the only thing that puzzled everyone's minds at the time. Many assumed (including the staff) that it must have been an expired contract. The airport had only been active for eight years, surely it couldn't have expired that fast. There was no...
Ten years since I've last visited this place. It is a very cold day in this town, overcast dark cloud and snow. It certainly is a very cold day to go out and take a nice, nostalgic tour. Not the same as I remembered.
I have left the mechanics job in 1993; the airport was then closed. Nobody knew why, it was the only thing that puzzled everyone's minds at the time. Many assumed (including the staff) that it must have been an expired contract. The airport had only been active for eight years, surely it couldn't have expired that fast. There was no...
#scary
#monsters
#nostalgia
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
18th Sep 2018 3:13am
18th Sep 2018 3:13am
Pig in a Web (continued from scene 6)
Scene 6
Sheep 1 Willy
Sheep 2 Willy
Sheep 3 Willy
Sheep 1 It’s simple math: Daddy gave Heather Willy and in return Heather gives him the willies.
Sheep 2 Despite all Daddy’s efforts, something wasn't adding up for the family. Will Heather be a pig farmer or a politician?
Willy is sitting on the kitchen floor sucking on a wet envelope corner, whimpering quietly. Daddy comes in and sees little Willy.
Daddy: Where is Heather? Didn't you get your breakfast before she ran to school? I showed her how to make your milk twice yesterday! Sorry I didn't...
Sheep 1 Willy
Sheep 2 Willy
Sheep 3 Willy
Sheep 1 It’s simple math: Daddy gave Heather Willy and in return Heather gives him the willies.
Sheep 2 Despite all Daddy’s efforts, something wasn't adding up for the family. Will Heather be a pig farmer or a politician?
Willy is sitting on the kitchen floor sucking on a wet envelope corner, whimpering quietly. Daddy comes in and sees little Willy.
Daddy: Where is Heather? Didn't you get your breakfast before she ran to school? I showed her how to make your milk twice yesterday! Sorry I didn't...
#parody
#funny
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blocat
Poem Published
24th Sep 2018 7:23pm
24th Sep 2018 7:23pm
Mysterious Ways
Father Sean O’Reilly was on his way home to Clonakilty after visiting the Bishop of Cork. At seventy he was still working as a full-time parish priest albeit at his own pace these days.
At the Hayrick and Hoe public house in the village of Innishannon, the priest broke his journey to rest his old horse and have some lunch and a pint of porter.
‘Tis a miracle you called father’ said the Landlord, Patrick O’Hanlon, ‘sure didn’t our poor Father Murphy pass away just last night and the widow Mrs Houlihan due to be buried this very afternoon and no one to take the service.’ ...
At the Hayrick and Hoe public house in the village of Innishannon, the priest broke his journey to rest his old horse and have some lunch and a pint of porter.
‘Tis a miracle you called father’ said the Landlord, Patrick O’Hanlon, ‘sure didn’t our poor Father Murphy pass away just last night and the widow Mrs Houlihan due to be buried this very afternoon and no one to take the service.’ ...
#fiction
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DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
