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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:14pm
Yesterday 7:14pm
Silent, A Tense Encounter (2)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Too much. Jace, Steve, Aidan howling like a child, and now the girl in the hood shouting at me too. I pretended I needed the toilet and climbed through the window space again, cutting my finger on the nail, conscious of the hoodie screaming more obscenities after me from inside the building. It was pretty light outside, breezy but muggy. My heart was hammering in my chest. I tiptoed round the back and climbed over a fence, tearing through hedges and branches on all fours, into a field, my jeans and trainers getting plastered with mud, my hands getting stung...
Too much. Jace, Steve, Aidan howling like a child, and now the girl in the hood shouting at me too. I pretended I needed the toilet and climbed through the window space again, cutting my finger on the nail, conscious of the hoodie screaming more obscenities after me from inside the building. It was pretty light outside, breezy but muggy. My heart was hammering in my chest. I tiptoed round the back and climbed over a fence, tearing through hedges and branches on all fours, into a field, my jeans and trainers getting plastered with mud, my hands getting stung...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
17 reads
0 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:26am
Yesterday 3:26am
Whispers of the Heart
Act 1:
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
We see a mature woman, AMELIA , sitting at a coffee shop with a notebook and pen. She's scribbling furiously, lost in thought. A young man, JASON , enters the shop and takes a seat across from her. He's also writing in a notebook.
AMELIA (whispering to herself): "Words are my only escape."
JASON: (smiling) "I know the feeling."
AMELIA looks up, surprised to see someone else writing. They exchange shy smiles.
AMELIA: (nervously) "Are you a writer too?"
JASON:...
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
We see a mature woman, AMELIA , sitting at a coffee shop with a notebook and pen. She's scribbling furiously, lost in thought. A young man, JASON , enters the shop and takes a seat across from her. He's also writing in a notebook.
AMELIA (whispering to herself): "Words are my only escape."
JASON: (smiling) "I know the feeling."
AMELIA looks up, surprised to see someone else writing. They exchange shy smiles.
AMELIA: (nervously) "Are you a writer too?"
JASON:...
#romantic
#dreams
#inspirational
#LongDistanceRelationship
#FirstLove
39 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 11:00pm
5th Dec 2023 11:00pm
Dupin in London
fan fiction based on characters created by Edgar Allan Poe
It was in the year 18—— that my friend Dupin and I set sail to London to stay with a sponsor for whom Dupin had rendered a most invaluable service when they were caught in a “cooping” incident, a most disreputable practice whereby a man is plied with drink and then forced to visit polling stations to vote for his assailants’ chosen candidate. The sponsor was a wealthy but naive young dandy from New York, visiting New Orleans just as Dupin had also gone to sample the local culture for a piece to be published in Blackwood’s....
It was in the year 18—— that my friend Dupin and I set sail to London to stay with a sponsor for whom Dupin had rendered a most invaluable service when they were caught in a “cooping” incident, a most disreputable practice whereby a man is plied with drink and then forced to visit polling stations to vote for his assailants’ chosen candidate. The sponsor was a wealthy but naive young dandy from New York, visiting New Orleans just as Dupin had also gone to sample the local culture for a piece to be published in Blackwood’s....
#Fanfiction
#ShortStory
#prose #mystery
#prose #mystery
36 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 5:21pm
26th Nov 2023 5:21pm
Silent, A Tense Encounter (1)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
It was awful. I kept trying to leave, but each time I walked to the empty window space, Jace or Steve got me in a friendly headlock and sat me down again while the hoodie cackled in the corner, muttering before laughing out loud. I couldn't believe I'd tried to help Jace the previous night when he'd done his stupid walk along the sea railing. I should have let him fall into the water.
Meanwhile, Philippa and Aidan were bickering in another corner of the building. Aidan rolling around on the ground and crying like a little kid. Throwing up everywhere...
It was awful. I kept trying to leave, but each time I walked to the empty window space, Jace or Steve got me in a friendly headlock and sat me down again while the hoodie cackled in the corner, muttering before laughing out loud. I couldn't believe I'd tried to help Jace the previous night when he'd done his stupid walk along the sea railing. I should have let him fall into the water.
Meanwhile, Philippa and Aidan were bickering in another corner of the building. Aidan rolling around on the ground and crying like a little kid. Throwing up everywhere...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
70 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
23rd Nov 2023 1:45pm
Even Reds Get Moon-eyed On Saturday Night
Now, you have me at the video store. And I was promised the first pick of the movie. I have a yen for something with a socio-political subtext. Here, is one, ‘The Trial’ an Orson Welles movie based on the Kafka novel. That is my choice.”
“How Kafkaesque, but watching a guy accused of a nameless crime sounds kind of dreary.”
“No not at all! You just have to get in the right mindset. Paranoia can be healthy in small doses like salt on French fries.”
“Then what about ‘Rebel Without A Cause?’”
“My urban rebellion has a cause. But...
“How Kafkaesque, but watching a guy accused of a nameless crime sounds kind of dreary.”
“No not at all! You just have to get in the right mindset. Paranoia can be healthy in small doses like salt on French fries.”
“Then what about ‘Rebel Without A Cause?’”
“My urban rebellion has a cause. But...
#romantic
#politics
#PopCulture #feminism
#PopCulture #feminism
62 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 1:28am
23rd Nov 2023 1:28am
Entangled
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
...
#corruption
#city
#lover
156 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 3:20pm
22nd Nov 2023 3:20pm
Susan's Temptation Part 1
#marriage
#sex
#betrayal
74 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 11:50pm
20th Nov 2023 11:50pm
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness - Rewrite
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness
My friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. My partner from another life Ted meets me in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Our feet glide across the carpet while I carry a book to spark conversation with the spaces between us growing.
Ted tells me, “Amber looks lonely. Reading too much is bad for your marriage. Go talk to her.”
My sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with me as I teeter on the brink of monasticism. ...
My friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. My partner from another life Ted meets me in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Our feet glide across the carpet while I carry a book to spark conversation with the spaces between us growing.
Ted tells me, “Amber looks lonely. Reading too much is bad for your marriage. Go talk to her.”
My sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with me as I teeter on the brink of monasticism. ...
#love
#women
#men
#romantic
#anniversary
68 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 7:35pm
19th Nov 2023 7:35pm
Silent, A Disclosure (2)
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I skipped dinner, unable to face Dawn after last night. I managed to persuade Veronica to sell me a sandwich and some crisps from the light refreshment counter, and I ate the snacks alone in my room. I thought a bit more about the Lucy girl. It all seemed mad and over the top, although plausible to a point…the whole thing of the former Mayor chasing after her…not exactly normal. I slipped on some clothes that were less scruffy than the ones I'd been wearing. I had a shave. Prepped back my hair with gel. Nice one. Yes! I brushed my teeth. Imagined kissing...
I skipped dinner, unable to face Dawn after last night. I managed to persuade Veronica to sell me a sandwich and some crisps from the light refreshment counter, and I ate the snacks alone in my room. I thought a bit more about the Lucy girl. It all seemed mad and over the top, although plausible to a point…the whole thing of the former Mayor chasing after her…not exactly normal. I slipped on some clothes that were less scruffy than the ones I'd been wearing. I had a shave. Prepped back my hair with gel. Nice one. Yes! I brushed my teeth. Imagined kissing...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
63 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 6:53pm
17th Nov 2023 6:53pm
Silent, A Disclosure
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Someone was knocking on my door again. Philippa, this time.
'We need to talk,' I said. 'Who are you really? You aren't from Tunbridge Wells, are you?'
A smile played around the corner of her lips. 'How did you find out?'
'It doesn't matter. Just tell me. I can't deal with anymore of this.'
***
'I'm from Exeter in Devon,' she began, after pulling up a chair and sitting opposite me. 'Don't let the accent trick you. Years of practice and private schooling. I'm seventeen, not eighteen like I...
Someone was knocking on my door again. Philippa, this time.
'We need to talk,' I said. 'Who are you really? You aren't from Tunbridge Wells, are you?'
A smile played around the corner of her lips. 'How did you find out?'
'It doesn't matter. Just tell me. I can't deal with anymore of this.'
***
'I'm from Exeter in Devon,' she began, after pulling up a chair and sitting opposite me. 'Don't let the accent trick you. Years of practice and private schooling. I'm seventeen, not eighteen like I...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
48 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Nov 2023 9:18pm
14th Nov 2023 9:18pm
Winter Horse Apples
The sun was fading behind our single-wide trailer,
high up on the knob of what used to be a landfill.
Now a trailer park that had lost its flavor when the
flamingos left for tastier pickings. We had wall-to-
wall linoleum both inside and outside.
We are naturists (nudists) and enjoy being free of
blue denim. Occasionally, Granny paints pockets
on my right buttock cheek. One might say that we
are eccentric because we wear Bullwinkle antlers.
Also, Granny is president of the local Little Jimmy ...
high up on the knob of what used to be a landfill.
Now a trailer park that had lost its flavor when the
flamingos left for tastier pickings. We had wall-to-
wall linoleum both inside and outside.
We are naturists (nudists) and enjoy being free of
blue denim. Occasionally, Granny paints pockets
on my right buttock cheek. One might say that we
are eccentric because we wear Bullwinkle antlers.
Also, Granny is president of the local Little Jimmy ...
#erotic
#funny
84 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 7:36pm
8th Nov 2023 7:36pm
Silent, A Nasty Prank
Two Years Ago, Lucy
She sprinted back to the bungalow to collect the remainder of her clothes. When she went in, she heard Veronica on the phone in one of the bedrooms, music playing in the background. The other girl Michelle was drinking wine in the kitchen with a boy. They stopped talking when they saw her. Stared at her, looking her up and down.
She ignored them and hurried to the bathroom to freshen up and dry off, burying her face and hair in a towel. How stupid of her to trust that lad, Gavin. She should have known he wouldn't believe her. He was just like the...
She sprinted back to the bungalow to collect the remainder of her clothes. When she went in, she heard Veronica on the phone in one of the bedrooms, music playing in the background. The other girl Michelle was drinking wine in the kitchen with a boy. They stopped talking when they saw her. Stared at her, looking her up and down.
She ignored them and hurried to the bathroom to freshen up and dry off, burying her face and hair in a towel. How stupid of her to trust that lad, Gavin. She should have known he wouldn't believe her. He was just like the...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
48 reads
2 Comments
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