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.
Cipher_O
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 11:55am
4th Apr 2025 11:55am
Game of Poems (CH4)
Chapter Four
I
Metal components, precise impacts,
the swinging of the keys, the
mechanical reset.
The slide.
Part of the greatest of symphonies.
The sound of an old school
typewriter.
This is the sound I heard when
I had the idea.
The website should have a simplicity
of functionality, like that of a
typewriter.
I see an intuitive interface, from
which fall:
Pages of beauty.
Resetting the slide – To do it
all over again.
II ...
I
Metal components, precise impacts,
the swinging of the keys, the
mechanical reset.
The slide.
Part of the greatest of symphonies.
The sound of an old school
typewriter.
This is the sound I heard when
I had the idea.
The website should have a simplicity
of functionality, like that of a
typewriter.
I see an intuitive interface, from
which fall:
Pages of beauty.
Resetting the slide – To do it
all over again.
II ...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:38am
3rd Apr 2025 8:38am
Game of Pohms (CH3)
Chapter Three
I
Allow me to hold back
the tears, in order to write
this chapter.
On a side note, Chapter
Two has an alternate ending,
one where I say:
I am a serial killer. And I
don’t give a fuck.
I think both are kind
of cool.
I would advise everyone
to look deep in the mirror
and say this to themselves.
It is quite liberating.
I was thinking it would
make for a good T Shirt.
Speaking of which, I
am really thinking of
the...
I
Allow me to hold back
the tears, in order to write
this chapter.
On a side note, Chapter
Two has an alternate ending,
one where I say:
I am a serial killer. And I
don’t give a fuck.
I think both are kind
of cool.
I would advise everyone
to look deep in the mirror
and say this to themselves.
It is quite liberating.
I was thinking it would
make for a good T Shirt.
Speaking of which, I
am really thinking of
the...
#shadows
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PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 3:53am
3rd Apr 2025 3:53am
The Journey (Unpublished Draft #3; Nov 17, 2020)
Two paths diverged in the woods...
The boy stood at the edge looking down both paths.
Day after day, he watched & waited.
He watched as his friends chose a direction.
They went, he stayed.
He knew the way his parents had came, from stories they had told him.
And still, he waited.
Her laughter filled his ears.
Her voice, like a racket of giggling fairies.
He turned to see her playing hopscotch right into him.
"Come play with me!", he heard her say.
She tickled his ears, pulled on his sleeve, and...
The boy stood at the edge looking down both paths.
Day after day, he watched & waited.
He watched as his friends chose a direction.
They went, he stayed.
He knew the way his parents had came, from stories they had told him.
And still, he waited.
Her laughter filled his ears.
Her voice, like a racket of giggling fairies.
He turned to see her playing hopscotch right into him.
"Come play with me!", he heard her say.
She tickled his ears, pulled on his sleeve, and...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 10:12am
2nd Apr 2025 10:12am
Game of Pohms (Ch2)
Chapter Two
I
Mischaracterization.
I mischaracterized you and I am
sorry.
Starting to write about it was therapeutic
and helpful for me to gain clarity. I
don’t care what you did or didn’t do. I
still care for you deeply and miss you. I
still think you are a rare and unique creature.
And I feel so grateful for all that you
shared with me.
So how bout I share an embarrassing story
about myself…
Well, maybe not embarrassing. I
suppose it depends how you look at it....
I
Mischaracterization.
I mischaracterized you and I am
sorry.
Starting to write about it was therapeutic
and helpful for me to gain clarity. I
don’t care what you did or didn’t do. I
still care for you deeply and miss you. I
still think you are a rare and unique creature.
And I feel so grateful for all that you
shared with me.
So how bout I share an embarrassing story
about myself…
Well, maybe not embarrassing. I
suppose it depends how you look at it....
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:10am
1st Apr 2025 8:10am
Game of Pohms (CH1)
Chapter One
I
The rains of March into April,
reminiscent of last year’s NAPO,
sitting in a pickup truck by
swaying bamboo, a gaping hole
in my backyard where the
greenhouse was being built,
a perimeter of shadows.
I found myself pondering the
various machinations, through
which folks communicate.
For example, ostensibly unfollowing
and even blocking you, whilst still
reading you, in order to gain
information on you.
Admittedly, this is kind of a
strange thing to do,...
I
The rains of March into April,
reminiscent of last year’s NAPO,
sitting in a pickup truck by
swaying bamboo, a gaping hole
in my backyard where the
greenhouse was being built,
a perimeter of shadows.
I found myself pondering the
various machinations, through
which folks communicate.
For example, ostensibly unfollowing
and even blocking you, whilst still
reading you, in order to gain
information on you.
Admittedly, this is kind of a
strange thing to do,...
#shadows
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 9:55pm
28th Mar 2025 9:55pm
Dancing On The Fallen Petals Of Spring Blossoms
Dancing On The Fallen Petals
Of Spring Blossoms
William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.
He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep. He says, “Hi,...
Of Spring Blossoms
William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots in his soul. He rises from his reverie.
He enters the school cafeteria. Having a girl’s school nearby affords him hope for love. And there is the nymph of his dreams sitting at the table in her cheerleader’s outfit. He has fallen in love with her. He has never loved a girl before. But the feelings he has for her feel very real and deep. He says, “Hi,...
#romantic
#school
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 10:56am
22nd Mar 2025 10:56am
Show & Tell
A puppet and puppeteer.
Is what this story is about here.
Imagine a lively puppet with light blue eyes.
Her pink dress,now fantasize.
You pull by her strings,to force her into doing things.
The puppet asks you,is this not enough?
What do you want of me,and aren't I tough?
The puppeteer pulled her strings.
The kids brought her to show and tell.
They showed it to the teacher,and the kids liked it well.
She is on display for all of them to see.
The story behind her wood is snot something you can clearly see.
...
Is what this story is about here.
Imagine a lively puppet with light blue eyes.
Her pink dress,now fantasize.
You pull by her strings,to force her into doing things.
The puppet asks you,is this not enough?
What do you want of me,and aren't I tough?
The puppeteer pulled her strings.
The kids brought her to show and tell.
They showed it to the teacher,and the kids liked it well.
She is on display for all of them to see.
The story behind her wood is snot something you can clearly see.
...
#dark
#despair
#hope
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 4:13am
17th Mar 2025 4:13am
NetherwoodsPoetry.com (Ch1)
Chapter 1
I
Looking glass of ink abyss,
mansion of dark expansions,
mind - a dangerous design
inside of space and time.
Prayers in layers of smoke
into sky.
II
It’s not the end you see,
it’s only the end if we
let it be.
Words from a movie:
Dancer in the Dark.
Bjork plays a single mother
in an impossible situation
where she is forced to
kill a crooked cop.
(Perhaps an oxymoron.)
This is the quote...
I
Looking glass of ink abyss,
mansion of dark expansions,
mind - a dangerous design
inside of space and time.
Prayers in layers of smoke
into sky.
II
It’s not the end you see,
it’s only the end if we
let it be.
Words from a movie:
Dancer in the Dark.
Bjork plays a single mother
in an impossible situation
where she is forced to
kill a crooked cop.
(Perhaps an oxymoron.)
This is the quote...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 10:14am
15th Mar 2025 10:14am
DeepUndergroundPoetry.coffee (CH1)
Chapter 1
I
Strange signs and wonders,
everywhere in my life, lately.
Real high magic synchronicities,
inspiring a belief in such things.
Just yesterday something of a
summoned reality arose, merely
from self manifestation, shit
like The Secret…
Real spooky shit…
Like a struck chord of an instrument
of 3am strangeness.
II
Tonight, I suppose I was keeping
an extra distance from potential
epicenters of light or anything else,
a fierce spirit in the night,...
I
Strange signs and wonders,
everywhere in my life, lately.
Real high magic synchronicities,
inspiring a belief in such things.
Just yesterday something of a
summoned reality arose, merely
from self manifestation, shit
like The Secret…
Real spooky shit…
Like a struck chord of an instrument
of 3am strangeness.
II
Tonight, I suppose I was keeping
an extra distance from potential
epicenters of light or anything else,
a fierce spirit in the night,...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 4:20am
14th Mar 2025 4:20am
Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH13)
Chapter 13
I
Skies clearing – Stars peering.
Blood moon in the sky...
An entire circumference
of creatures drawing circles,
squares, triangles and strange
symbols in the Earth,
generating energetic constructs
for ceremonial sacrifice.
After the last symbol is drawn,
each construct rises into a
pyramid structure, a circle of
ascendant pyramids, at first
static, then materializing into
solid structures.
In the center of...
I
Skies clearing – Stars peering.
Blood moon in the sky...
An entire circumference
of creatures drawing circles,
squares, triangles and strange
symbols in the Earth,
generating energetic constructs
for ceremonial sacrifice.
After the last symbol is drawn,
each construct rises into a
pyramid structure, a circle of
ascendant pyramids, at first
static, then materializing into
solid structures.
In the center of...
#shadows
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 5:12pm
23rd Aug 2024 5:12pm
First Date
"I'm going on a date tonight."
"Caw! With who?!"
"It's on a need-to-know basis and you don't need to know!"
"Is it serious, Jen?"
"It's just a date, Madeline."
“Awight, awight , don't get yer knickers in a twist! Show me the outfit then.”
"I was thinking of a white shirt and this blue skirt."
“Jenny, how old 'ar ya?”
"What does that have to do with anything?" ...
"Caw! With who?!"
"It's on a need-to-know basis and you don't need to know!"
"Is it serious, Jen?"
"It's just a date, Madeline."
“Awight, awight , don't get yer knickers in a twist! Show me the outfit then.”
"I was thinking of a white shirt and this blue skirt."
“Jenny, how old 'ar ya?”
"What does that have to do with anything?" ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#funny
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:18pm
10th Mar 2025 10:18pm
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
#dance
#funny
#gothic
#romantic
#seductive
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DU Poetry : Long Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
