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.
Styxian
Poem Published
30th Nov 2022 2:07am
30th Nov 2022 2:07am
Sacrificial Lambs
(This is a condensed excerpt from a longer story)
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...When we moved, during my tenth year, to Miami, I was as nervous as I was intrigued. An actual city. No more rural life. No more green mountains in summer, or snow covered ones in winter, that we would slide down on pieces of cardboard that we could hopefully find.
The day that we first drove in to Miami, my parents tried to warn me; Don't talk to any dark skinned people, just stay away. That's all that they would say about it. No reasonings...
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...When we moved, during my tenth year, to Miami, I was as nervous as I was intrigued. An actual city. No more rural life. No more green mountains in summer, or snow covered ones in winter, that we would slide down on pieces of cardboard that we could hopefully find.
The day that we first drove in to Miami, my parents tried to warn me; Don't talk to any dark skinned people, just stay away. That's all that they would say about it. No reasonings...
#childhood
#philosophical
92 reads
17 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 5:34pm
6th Nov 2022 5:34pm
The Witch Patch Ch 23
Something’s Brewing
Everyone finally calmed down.
James apologized to everyone for being a huge cunt and all was good in the world again.
Brutus, grandfather Kane’s black cat is sitting comfortably in the window looking at the moon. We need him here too, he’s been in our family for um— ? Hmm, I don’t know how long. Rumor has it Brutus is the cat of auntie Madonna. We all love that cat.
After a long discussion we all decided it was long over due for a retrial. Until then, we...
Everyone finally calmed down.
James apologized to everyone for being a huge cunt and all was good in the world again.
Brutus, grandfather Kane’s black cat is sitting comfortably in the window looking at the moon. We need him here too, he’s been in our family for um— ? Hmm, I don’t know how long. Rumor has it Brutus is the cat of auntie Madonna. We all love that cat.
After a long discussion we all decided it was long over due for a retrial. Until then, we...
#PowerOfWords
61 reads
6 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
11th Nov 2022 5:09am
11th Nov 2022 5:09am
Scleral Etchings
I looked into his arctic blue eyes. My painted lips formed an even more painted on artificial smile. Artifice is, after all, an extension of nature, right? …Right? I hoped, likely in vain, that this caricaturization of natural human emotion distracted from the reflections in my eyes. Ones I feared might still be there after having blinked, slept, forgotten. Reflections in my glassy brown eyes of the countless Google searches ranging from “painless suicide methods” to “how long does it take to die from hanging?” I feared those inquiries were somehow permanently etched into the whites of my...
#suicide
#HumanRights
13 reads
3 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 2:39pm
9th Nov 2022 2:39pm
The Witch Patch Ch 24
Dickie, Sally & Firefly Fairies
Hello again it’s me Blake, and as promised here is a little backstory about Dickie, Sally and the Firefly Fairies.
Dickie is up first—
A long long time ago, Dickie, in a drunken stupor during a family BBQ at our house was caught coming out of the barn with his pants down after he’d been humpin’ on-a big roundish orange and white flecked flower-gourd he had obviously carved a hole into!
The gourd was still in his hands when Dickie first stumbled outta the...
Hello again it’s me Blake, and as promised here is a little backstory about Dickie, Sally and the Firefly Fairies.
Dickie is up first—
A long long time ago, Dickie, in a drunken stupor during a family BBQ at our house was caught coming out of the barn with his pants down after he’d been humpin’ on-a big roundish orange and white flecked flower-gourd he had obviously carved a hole into!
The gourd was still in his hands when Dickie first stumbled outta the...
#PowerOfWords
75 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:31am
27th Nov 2022 1:31am
Life On The Run
CHANNEL 26 NEWS
NEW ORLEANS. LOUISISANA
“We here at Channel 26 News have never reported anything of this nature. For those of you who are just tuning in.”
The news reporter looked down at a piece of paper in her hand, and then looked up. “
A Miss. Rajeen Nadia Whitlow, arrested for the serial crimes that date back three years in New Orleans, and possible facing more criminal charges in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Mississippi, has escaped.”
The news reporter glanced down at a cue card in her hand.
“This updated news report gets complicated...
NEW ORLEANS. LOUISISANA
“We here at Channel 26 News have never reported anything of this nature. For those of you who are just tuning in.”
The news reporter looked down at a piece of paper in her hand, and then looked up. “
A Miss. Rajeen Nadia Whitlow, arrested for the serial crimes that date back three years in New Orleans, and possible facing more criminal charges in Las Vegas, Nevada, and Mississippi, has escaped.”
The news reporter glanced down at a cue card in her hand.
“This updated news report gets complicated...
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal #deception
#betrayal #deception
170 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
6th Nov 2022 1:54am
A Soft Whisper In The Lost Sensations Of Time
VILLA KENNEDY
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have...
#lover
#IMissYou
#passion
242 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Nov 2022 2:17am
11th Nov 2022 2:17am
Kill.. Kill
CASINO ROYALE HOTEL AND CASINO
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at her watch and waited. She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot against the marble floor.
The bathroom door opened.
“It’s about damn time.”
Ragan looked over at the door.
A woman walked to a bathroom stall and entered. She closed the bathroom door, and took care of her business.
Ragan heard the toilet flush.
The woman walked out the stall and headed over to the sink. She...
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Ragan looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked down at her watch and waited. She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot against the marble floor.
The bathroom door opened.
“It’s about damn time.”
Ragan looked over at the door.
A woman walked to a bathroom stall and entered. She closed the bathroom door, and took care of her business.
Ragan heard the toilet flush.
The woman walked out the stall and headed over to the sink. She...
#politics
#revenge
242 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
5th Nov 2022 8:11pm
5th Nov 2022 8:11pm
Silent - Part 17: Agnes
Two Years Earlier, Lucy:
She'd heard the news about Agnes Harlesden. From what she'd picked up, Agnes had returned unannounced, taking the rest of the staff by surprise.
But she alone knew the real reason for Agnes Harlesden's return. And the reason for the intrusion in her room earlier. Someone in the town must have recognised her and contacted Agnes, who'd obviously decided to fly back. And Agnes had gone through her bag searching for information.
Why else would Agnes have returned?
Agnes Harlesden in her room, searching in her personal...
She'd heard the news about Agnes Harlesden. From what she'd picked up, Agnes had returned unannounced, taking the rest of the staff by surprise.
But she alone knew the real reason for Agnes Harlesden's return. And the reason for the intrusion in her room earlier. Someone in the town must have recognised her and contacted Agnes, who'd obviously decided to fly back. And Agnes had gone through her bag searching for information.
Why else would Agnes have returned?
Agnes Harlesden in her room, searching in her personal...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
50 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Nov 2022 8:50pm
4th Nov 2022 8:50pm
Silent - Part 16: A Strange Place
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
'So this was really a school?' I was standing in a grand entrance hallway. To my left, leather sofas surrounded a glass coffee table and fake fireplace, and there was a unusual smell too, like wild flowers.
'A long time ago, yes,' Veronica said, glaring at a computer screen. 'Dinner will be served in the student dining room at quarter to six. There's an opening performance at the Grand Theatre. Eight o'clock this evening. If you wish to share a taxi there, please put your name on the list.'
I wrote down my name and saw that Philippa...
'So this was really a school?' I was standing in a grand entrance hallway. To my left, leather sofas surrounded a glass coffee table and fake fireplace, and there was a unusual smell too, like wild flowers.
'A long time ago, yes,' Veronica said, glaring at a computer screen. 'Dinner will be served in the student dining room at quarter to six. There's an opening performance at the Grand Theatre. Eight o'clock this evening. If you wish to share a taxi there, please put your name on the list.'
I wrote down my name and saw that Philippa...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
56 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Oct 2022 7:36pm
31st Oct 2022 7:36pm
Zen and the Art of the Violin
Zen and the Art of the Violin
“I am here to teach you the art of the Violin. Like a Zen master, I will use a stick to help you along. But my application of the slat will be soft as a love pat on your bottom to coax you on when you are in the throes of passion with the violin. Never ever will the wood be used to punish you. When you stroke the strings like a lover I will rub your posterior with the stick in a sensual massage to bring about the friction of wood upon your skin. The slow circles of my wood on your supple seat will deepen the emotions of your practice until you are...
“I am here to teach you the art of the Violin. Like a Zen master, I will use a stick to help you along. But my application of the slat will be soft as a love pat on your bottom to coax you on when you are in the throes of passion with the violin. Never ever will the wood be used to punish you. When you stroke the strings like a lover I will rub your posterior with the stick in a sensual massage to bring about the friction of wood upon your skin. The slow circles of my wood on your supple seat will deepen the emotions of your practice until you are...
#erotic
#BDSM
#music
#sensual
#college
95 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2022 7:16pm
23rd Nov 2022 7:16pm
Silent - Part 20: Arthur Harlesden
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Weird atmosphere everywhere. I'd already seen Agnes Harlesden in passing. I thought she looked like Princess Anne, an older version, with a walking stick, hair piled high in a knot. Just my opinion, though.
Dinner took place in another formal room, all polished flooring and high ceilings, with steps leading down to the outside patio and the tiered gardens beyond with their statues and water fountains. I followed Philippa to one end of a long table with a white tablecloth. The afternoon was sticky and close, with dark grey-black clouds pinched...
Weird atmosphere everywhere. I'd already seen Agnes Harlesden in passing. I thought she looked like Princess Anne, an older version, with a walking stick, hair piled high in a knot. Just my opinion, though.
Dinner took place in another formal room, all polished flooring and high ceilings, with steps leading down to the outside patio and the tiered gardens beyond with their statues and water fountains. I followed Philippa to one end of a long table with a white tablecloth. The afternoon was sticky and close, with dark grey-black clouds pinched...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
40 reads
0 Comments
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