Popular Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
The Reawakening of Shar
The beginning of my beginning
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
You know I should be crying and in hysterics like the women I am tied to at the moment. I should be feeling something for my impending death, but I feel tired. Tired of pretending to be something that I am not. I'm tired of hiding what I can do from these narrow-minded people who think that their God would condone what they are doing. Yeah, enough is enough of living with these self-righteous assholes.
“Excuse me, everyone. I would like to say something before you commence and burn me at the stake.”
The crowd became hushed....
#prose
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Twas The Night Before A DeadLove Concert
Twas the night before the DeadLove concert at the North Pole. Kringle, hired us to put on a show for the workers. Well he says hired, when actually if was more like threatened and blackmailed to perform a Christmas Miracle.
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
#Christmas
#prose
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Temperance (Twin Sword of Excalibur)
Everyone knows the story of Excalibur, King Arthur's sword, yet they have forgotten to mention that the creation of Excalibur was not a singular event. A second sword was created—its twin sword, Temperance.
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
#prose
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Sessions part 2
The gray of the winter sky mimics how I'm feeling at this very moment. Playing over and over in my mind of the last session I just had with Jordan and his fiancée Alondra has me a little off kilter.
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a...
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a...
#dark
#dialogue
#strength
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The Thursday Train
As I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to stifle the slickness that threatens to soak my sheer, soft pink panties, I can’t help but think how daring this feels. I’d chosen these on purpose, just as he instructed. The anticipation of seeing him after this last stop has me convinced I was already wet before I slipped them on. A slow, steady throb settles into my core, making me feel swollen and needy in a way I’ve rarely experienced.
Settling into my seat on train A13, heading into the city, I can’t shake off the thrill thrumming through me. It seems crazy to meet in a bustling...
Settling into my seat on train A13, heading into the city, I can’t shake off the thrill thrumming through me. It seems crazy to meet in a bustling...
#erotic
#fiction
#lust
#romantic
#sensual
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Sessions Part 1
Memory distorts
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
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Sessions Part 1 (continued)
Walking back into the office. Jordon’s wife quickly put her phone away in her purse.
“Sorry for the delay. I am sure you looked up my credentials, so you do not need me to go over them. Mrs. Sandals"
"Please call me Alondra"
"This session is for both of you. It is to strengthen your marriage so…”
“We are not married,” Alondra stated.
“Pardon?” I asked as I looked at both of them.
“We are not married. We are engaged and need to work on things before moving forward. I need our foundation to be solid.” Still,...
“Sorry for the delay. I am sure you looked up my credentials, so you do not need me to go over them. Mrs. Sandals"
"Please call me Alondra"
"This session is for both of you. It is to strengthen your marriage so…”
“We are not married,” Alondra stated.
“Pardon?” I asked as I looked at both of them.
“We are not married. We are engaged and need to work on things before moving forward. I need our foundation to be solid.” Still,...
#dialogue
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Sessions part 3
After we went over the rules, Jordan led me downstairs to the dungeons. I tried to control my laughter at hearing the word dungeons since we are not in the 1800s. But once I stepped downstairs, I realized it was every bit of a dungeon than I thought.
We went to one of the doors that had a one-way viewing glass. I witnessed nothing out of the ordinary. A woman with no clothes on is tied down to a bed. She looked nervous and aroused. Her nipples were hard and her skin flushed pink. Then I saw the cause of her unease.
“That's dangerous. Is he going to use that on her?” My...
We went to one of the doors that had a one-way viewing glass. I witnessed nothing out of the ordinary. A woman with no clothes on is tied down to a bed. She looked nervous and aroused. Her nipples were hard and her skin flushed pink. Then I saw the cause of her unease.
“That's dangerous. Is he going to use that on her?” My...
#BDSM
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#sex
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Secrets - Haunted
I sleep badly, coming to often in the dark to the sound of banging pipes behind the walls and the night wind. Your mum's words to me at the house on Headersleigh Bridge replay each time I drift off, disturbing me again. You know perfectly well why the police came to see us, Alan. They had news for us. I wander over to the sink for a glass of water and switch on the television, leaving the volume on silent to avoid disturbing Robert. I sit wrapped in an old jacket, shivering. I wish Lana were here. I'm too tired to sleep, too tired to concentrate. I feel old.
I drift off again....
I drift off again....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Silent - Samantha
By the time I return to The Factory, the hall lights have come back on. I find Mel by the lift, fiddling with a fuse box, but there's no sign of Robert. I'm about to ask why Robert's upstairs on his own when Mel hears my footsteps, turns round and smiles. I nearly take a step back. The woman isn't Mel, just someone who resembles her, more in height than anything else. The girl, about my sister's age, maybe younger, has long dark brown hair and wears a blue top and pair of tight jeans. She has no shoes on. I would imagine she must be freezing.
'Hi there. You're new, aren't you?'...
'Hi there. You're new, aren't you?'...
#mystery
#risk
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Emerald Eyes of Flame
Halfway thru my rotation, I saw her. And time, for me, came to a stop. As it always does in the presence of Nyema Devine.
She looked as stunning as I remembered her being. Dressed much differently than our first encounter. Timeless in her unique, elegant way. Unchanged as only a goddess could be, yet looking both similar to and different from it in equal parts.
Honored and awed, I studied her. Her form. Her features. Her body language. Purposely, I avoided her intense, emerald-green eyes.
Knowing the import of her appearing in this public place, and aware...
She looked as stunning as I remembered her being. Dressed much differently than our first encounter. Timeless in her unique, elegant way. Unchanged as only a goddess could be, yet looking both similar to and different from it in equal parts.
Honored and awed, I studied her. Her form. Her features. Her body language. Purposely, I avoided her intense, emerald-green eyes.
Knowing the import of her appearing in this public place, and aware...
#earth
#mythology
#nature
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