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.
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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The Non People Pleasing Serum.
#Christian
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The Rainbow
It was the end of a tiring day.
And I began to head home.
I went into my house, a peace and quiet of my own.
I had a cup of mint tea.
And I relaxed as one should be.
Yet outside,I caught a light.
With colors,that take flight.
It was a colorful,amazing sight.
It was colorful,bright.
Not during night,but day.
Far,far away i the sky.
With colors you cannot deny.
And you let out a happy sigh.
It was a rainbow, made of light.
During day,not starry night.
It was colorful,like colorful sunrays. ...
And I began to head home.
I went into my house, a peace and quiet of my own.
I had a cup of mint tea.
And I relaxed as one should be.
Yet outside,I caught a light.
With colors,that take flight.
It was a colorful,amazing sight.
It was colorful,bright.
Not during night,but day.
Far,far away i the sky.
With colors you cannot deny.
And you let out a happy sigh.
It was a rainbow, made of light.
During day,not starry night.
It was colorful,like colorful sunrays. ...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Secrets - The Disclosure
I have chips and gravy for tea, along with a couple of chunks of homemade bread to dip in the gravy. Doorsteps, we called them when we were kids. Mel shakes her head and says I need to eat more sensibly.
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Alia the temptress
#Christian
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swallowed
Natalie was unforgettable.
The kind of woman who could make a room stop with just her presence.
She wasn’t just big, she was voluptuous—confident, curvy, and unapologetically sexy. Her hips were wide, her ass round, and her breasts always seemed to defy the tops she wore, straining against the fabric.
I’d always had a thing for women like her—soft, sensual, and proud.
We knew each other through mutual friends, and every time we were in the same room, there was an unspoken tension between us, something electric that we both felt but never...
The kind of woman who could make a room stop with just her presence.
She wasn’t just big, she was voluptuous—confident, curvy, and unapologetically sexy. Her hips were wide, her ass round, and her breasts always seemed to defy the tops she wore, straining against the fabric.
I’d always had a thing for women like her—soft, sensual, and proud.
We knew each other through mutual friends, and every time we were in the same room, there was an unspoken tension between us, something electric that we both felt but never...
#dirty
#erotic
#lust #sexy
#lust #sexy
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Secrets - Back to Lancashire (3)
After a cup of tea in Mel's flat, I return for the rest of the luggage, grab the remaining bags from the boot of my car and use the electronic keypad to get back in The Factory. Once inside, I drag my belongings to the lift at the side of the building and ride up to the top storey, watching each floor disappear through the door panel. Mel's flat faces mine across the drop. I don't like heights, though. Never have done. The surrounding valley looks tiny from the drop.
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
#breakup
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Playing my role keeps her coming back for more
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#passion
#sex
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Meat
In the good ol' days you scavenged to feed your family.
Back then there was still something left to find.
Canned stuff, mostly.
Tuna.
Beef stew.
Deviled ham.
It was all more delicious than we knew -- delicacies, all taken for granted and even disdained by the health conscious back before the war took us down and all hell broke loose.
And after that whoever had survived was mining the rubble for bits of food or clean water or some kind of weapon, and the rules were there weren't any rules.
You...
Back then there was still something left to find.
Canned stuff, mostly.
Tuna.
Beef stew.
Deviled ham.
It was all more delicious than we knew -- delicacies, all taken for granted and even disdained by the health conscious back before the war took us down and all hell broke loose.
And after that whoever had survived was mining the rubble for bits of food or clean water or some kind of weapon, and the rules were there weren't any rules.
You...
#dystopian
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Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
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The Call of the Dhampir
Adorjan
Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we were sired
from. Vampire or the living immortals.
Normally you would hear that they hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.
That is not who they are. We are the offspring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when there is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.
Our appetites are as...
Not so long ago, my kind was feared by not only humans but the very creatures that we were sired
from. Vampire or the living immortals.
Normally you would hear that they hide in the shadows and kill indiscriminately.
That is not who they are. We are the offspring of the blessed mortals that walk in the sun and the damned beast that roam the night. We are in that grey area that no one dare speak of. We kill when there is a need for it. Lately the need had somewhat diminished.
Our appetites are as...
#vampires
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Brick and Mortar
Houses are of brick and mortar. If there's evil, it's in someone's heart. I don't remember who said that, but it mostly holds true. I say mostly because sometimes the evil in someone's heart can leach into the brick-and-mortar. The house on Cromwell Row was like that. It was one of five uniform constructions backing onto farmer's fields, the opposite of what you would imagine when given the prompt "haunted house". There were no gables, no accidents of architecture turning upper windows into eyes, and it was only one floor, a bungalow, just like its mates.
My husband and I...
My husband and I...
#fiction
#ghosts
#horror #ShortStory
#horror #ShortStory
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