Long Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:15am
Yesterday 00:15am
Garment Watchers
Sister G was an elderly Christian woman. She invited a man named Malcolm to a church in Old Harbour. Malcolm was not a churchgoer, but he decided to pay a visit to the church. On the second Sunday in February, he went to the church, and he wore the only suit and the only necktie that he had. Nobody said anything to him about his outfit on the first day.
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the congregation. He...
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the congregation. He...
#Christian
#God
#religion #shame
#religion #shame
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 9:27am
7th Mar 2025 9:27am
Flora and Fauna-chapter 2
Early vespers , the triumphant silence surrounded Tara when she woke up. She had been awake nursing a nightmare thumping her ancient dragon skull. It started off with a voice or perhaps it was the wind. First it was as if the wind opened the shutters from the windows. As if it allowed something to open that was released in fretful times. A magical change about to happen.
The wind was swelling growing whispering waning waxing groaning whistling roaming around the windows. “I am free to move!” The wind spoke repeating that same sentence over and over again. As this half waking...
The wind was swelling growing whispering waning waxing groaning whistling roaming around the windows. “I am free to move!” The wind spoke repeating that same sentence over and over again. As this half waking...
#mythology
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 1:25pm
6th Mar 2025 1:25pm
Flora and fauna
When world was yet not made, mayhap purpose was lost to be found in simplicities where bonfire spoke. Talking sticks were handed. Stones spoke their wisdom as did raindrops fall kinder softer milder. Once upon a time. Wind had still instilled stillness.
Where to begin aligned in dusk our reptilian brain awake aware.
In the floral gardens of Persia cosmic Queen lived. These lands were captured in third dimension though partly in fifth and sixth dimension. It was an inheritance from her great grandfather. The fundaments were far greater than lands, a small chapel and...
Where to begin aligned in dusk our reptilian brain awake aware.
In the floral gardens of Persia cosmic Queen lived. These lands were captured in third dimension though partly in fifth and sixth dimension. It was an inheritance from her great grandfather. The fundaments were far greater than lands, a small chapel and...
#mythology
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
5th Mar 2025 5:01pm
Mass Earnis Ah Mass Ruben
(Patois)
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
Mass Earnis ave wah son niem Den Den, ah Mass Ruben ave wah son niem Jakes. Di two bwoy dem did a pliay wang giem dung di ruod, an Den Den gi Jakes a rass lick wid a pisa tik. Wen Jakes guh uom, eeh tell eeh puppa seh Den Den lick im inna eeh fies wid wan tik.
Mass Ruben seh, “Kom mi bwoy, mia goh mek yuh lick back Den Den widdi tik.” Wen Mass Ruben an im son reech a Mass Earnis yawd, dem si Den Den sidung pah wah big stuon. Mass Ruben seh tu im seh, “Den Den, weh mek yuh lick Jakes inna eeh fies widdi tik?” Den Den seh, “Mi neva mein fi lick im. A...
#children
#curse
#father
#funny
#home
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 3:40pm
5th Mar 2025 3:40pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter 3
Charlie, annoyed by the situation, stormed off into the first bedroom on the left.
I don't know what you all are going to do, but I need to decompress from this fiasco of an agreement,” he said without even looking back at them.
Ellen and Zoe are used to Charlie's moods. They knew he will eventually get out of it once he comes to terms with the situation.
There were three other rooms on the second level. They all followed suit and went to their rooms to unpack.
Charlie liked his room whether he wanted to admit it...
I don't know what you all are going to do, but I need to decompress from this fiasco of an agreement,” he said without even looking back at them.
Ellen and Zoe are used to Charlie's moods. They knew he will eventually get out of it once he comes to terms with the situation.
There were three other rooms on the second level. They all followed suit and went to their rooms to unpack.
Charlie liked his room whether he wanted to admit it...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
3rd Mar 2025 10:58am
Feeling Of A New Book
Not much people talk about the feeling of a new book.
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
When you open it and travel worlds.
Like a magical adventure with captain Hook.
Not everyone talks about the classic smell.
Of a brand new book,and the story it tell.
Or maybe about the spell it casts.
And while you read it with imagination,it lasts.
Where you travel to different characters'' pasts.
And you travel through their head.
Through their lives,seeing through their eyes.
And practically living their lives.
Opening a new book for the first time. ...
#books
#hope
#magic
#motivational
#prose
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 7:38am
3rd Mar 2025 7:38am
Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH4)
Chapter 4
I
Sister Christian, oh, the time has come…
Match flicked with finger, ignites hand rolled spliff,
the sound of inhaling ganja smoke, a line of smoke
rising from the smoking implement, forming into
letters of the finest poetry & magic.
Where you going? What you looking for?
Cipher walks over the emerald grass and periodic
concrete squares of the Tim Burton inspired
mansion, doing impromptu dance as he
walks, spliff in lips, humming...
I
Sister Christian, oh, the time has come…
Match flicked with finger, ignites hand rolled spliff,
the sound of inhaling ganja smoke, a line of smoke
rising from the smoking implement, forming into
letters of the finest poetry & magic.
Where you going? What you looking for?
Cipher walks over the emerald grass and periodic
concrete squares of the Tim Burton inspired
mansion, doing impromptu dance as he
walks, spliff in lips, humming...
#shadows
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:04pm
28th Feb 2025 1:04pm
Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH2)
Chapter 2
I
Cipher stands with dragon cane, admiring
the archway to Netherwoods Boardwalk, as
mercurial moonshine glitters over the surface
of the water, a sight, washing over his
perception like catharsis born and reborn,
a wave machine of purification of perception,
wave after wave, a constant source.
Eyes closed, he delves further into the frequency,
enhancing the senses.
It is the Frequency of Leviathan.
II
The Leviathan Meditations...
I
Cipher stands with dragon cane, admiring
the archway to Netherwoods Boardwalk, as
mercurial moonshine glitters over the surface
of the water, a sight, washing over his
perception like catharsis born and reborn,
a wave machine of purification of perception,
wave after wave, a constant source.
Eyes closed, he delves further into the frequency,
enhancing the senses.
It is the Frequency of Leviathan.
II
The Leviathan Meditations...
#shadows
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SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 5:12pm
27th Feb 2025 5:12pm
Handy Work
We were lying naked in bed facing each other, dirty little smiles gazing intently at each other.
She was propped up on her left elbow, right knee raised to expose herself to me as I squirted cold Astro-glide into my left hand.
Though she smiled back at me devilishly, she was never ready for that cold jell on her hot clit and she squealed as I touched her there. I slowly began to rub up and down, watching her mouth drop open.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, gasping as I slid up and down, parting her sweet pussy lips, feeling her clit get harder and harder.
She closed her eyes,...
She was propped up on her left elbow, right knee raised to expose herself to me as I squirted cold Astro-glide into my left hand.
Though she smiled back at me devilishly, she was never ready for that cold jell on her hot clit and she squealed as I touched her there. I slowly began to rub up and down, watching her mouth drop open.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, gasping as I slid up and down, parting her sweet pussy lips, feeling her clit get harder and harder.
She closed her eyes,...
#dirty
#erotic
#porn #sex
#porn #sex
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 9:46am
27th Feb 2025 9:46am
Jackie's Book of Shadows (Ch.1)
I
The brick absorbs a last gasp of gold,
drifting into scarlet shadows, whispering,
secrets, scattering, prior to perception,
ascending a winding line into the heights
of the building, where, Jackie sits by the
floor to ceiling window of her top floor
penthouse.
Paper skin fingers wrapped around crystal
tumbler with amber liquid, she makes a
circle, beginning the origins of a swirl. Her
chest constricts, every nerve ending screaming.
A treasure trove of pain.
The heart chakra, center of...
The brick absorbs a last gasp of gold,
drifting into scarlet shadows, whispering,
secrets, scattering, prior to perception,
ascending a winding line into the heights
of the building, where, Jackie sits by the
floor to ceiling window of her top floor
penthouse.
Paper skin fingers wrapped around crystal
tumbler with amber liquid, she makes a
circle, beginning the origins of a swirl. Her
chest constricts, every nerve ending screaming.
A treasure trove of pain.
The heart chakra, center of...
#shadows
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 5:33pm
26th Feb 2025 5:33pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter2 pt 2
Kat sat there with a slight smile on her face, looking at how they all interacted with each other.
The driver was correct. The drive was not too long. The car turned on to a pebbled driveway. The Mansion looked amazing. Tall spruce trees lined the border, and the grass was the color of a dark emerald when the sun hit it.
They exited the car and walked up to the doorway. Kat was near the bell, so she rang it. Zoe looked a bit deflated.
“Why that look?”
“I was hoping it was a chime like in the old, haunted mansion.”
“Oh, brother. This is...
The driver was correct. The drive was not too long. The car turned on to a pebbled driveway. The Mansion looked amazing. Tall spruce trees lined the border, and the grass was the color of a dark emerald when the sun hit it.
They exited the car and walked up to the doorway. Kat was near the bell, so she rang it. Zoe looked a bit deflated.
“Why that look?”
“I was hoping it was a chime like in the old, haunted mansion.”
“Oh, brother. This is...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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DU Poetry : Long Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
