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.
highlyfunctional
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 5:36pm
23rd Aug 2019 5:36pm
Queen’s Gambit
I gave her some money and she stepped out of the car to buy some cigarettes. Crossing through the beams of my headlights, she struck a pose as if she was on stage. Her eyes squinted and her mouth drew into a devilish smile as she lifted her shirt above her breasts. They were small and perky and she had stopped wearing a bra when she learned how much it turned me on to see her nipples poking through anything she wore. She danced for me, shirt in mouth, arms above her head, hips gyrating, mouth open in a silent laugh. There were people in the parking lot, but neither of us cared.
...
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#love
166 reads
24 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:16pm
14th Sep 2019 5:16pm
the drop
frail
he sat
on the ledge
by the dead tree
slow draw
the breath
taking an eternity
filling
his chest
then
a blink
setting off the departure
a droplet
decades in the making
on its way
three hundred feet to the ground
reflecting not just the light
but also the shades
from the peak
at each point of reflection
before hitting
the rock
bottom
with a velocity and weight
of a wartime projectile
splash
a crash ...
he sat
on the ledge
by the dead tree
slow draw
the breath
taking an eternity
filling
his chest
then
a blink
setting off the departure
a droplet
decades in the making
on its way
three hundred feet to the ground
reflecting not just the light
but also the shades
from the peak
at each point of reflection
before hitting
the rock
bottom
with a velocity and weight
of a wartime projectile
splash
a crash ...
#love
#dark
#nature
#humankind
#philosophical
99 reads
10 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
15th Sep 2019 10:25am
The New Norm
( prose poetry )
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
There’s a ubiquitous stain throughout the house, in every room. A brown sepia that comes from the fires blazing over the low summits of hills from the coastline on a regular basis. The windows are perpetually shut tight but still the stench of burnoff seeps in. The ocean’s sea breeze has long become a wet-dream memory.
Supper has long gone cold and sits abandoned in the small gas stove. It’s been an hour since she drew herself a bath only to lay her bareness across the double bed; its sheets disheveled and matted from the morning’s...
#hate
#marriage
#fire #prose
#fire #prose
95 reads
19 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 4:31pm
12th Sep 2019 4:31pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Four)
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
Pre-Dawn
The chauffeur pulled onto a tree lined private paved road. She had time to think along the stretch of mile ride.
Zaniyah was still chagrined her father requested her presence.
For once would the man just allow her to grow up she thought?
The chauffeur pulled the vehicle in front of a four story limestone mansion. He rested the engine, unsnapped his seatbelt and opened the door. He stepped out the Mercedes limousine and pushed the door close
Zaniyah always appreciated the comforts...
Long Island, New York
Pre-Dawn
The chauffeur pulled onto a tree lined private paved road. She had time to think along the stretch of mile ride.
Zaniyah was still chagrined her father requested her presence.
For once would the man just allow her to grow up she thought?
The chauffeur pulled the vehicle in front of a four story limestone mansion. He rested the engine, unsnapped his seatbelt and opened the door. He stepped out the Mercedes limousine and pushed the door close
Zaniyah always appreciated the comforts...
#passion
67 reads
15 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 1:13am
6th Sep 2019 1:13am
When Love Calls (Chapter Three)
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
Marcus looked down at the chessboard. He looked up at Zaniyah.
“I would really think about that next move handsome.”
Marcus glanced down at Zaniyah’s breasts.
“I am definitely thinking about this next move. Checkmate.”
“Really.”
“Take a look beautiful woman.”
Marcus turned the chessboard around to allow Zaniyah to see she had no other option, but to surrender her king.
“I guess I have to pay the pauper.”
“That...
New York, New York
Marcus looked down at the chessboard. He looked up at Zaniyah.
“I would really think about that next move handsome.”
Marcus glanced down at Zaniyah’s breasts.
“I am definitely thinking about this next move. Checkmate.”
“Really.”
“Take a look beautiful woman.”
Marcus turned the chessboard around to allow Zaniyah to see she had no other option, but to surrender her king.
“I guess I have to pay the pauper.”
“That...
#passion
59 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 3:07am
2nd Sep 2019 3:07am
When Love Calls (Chapter Two)
#sensual
#passion
102 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 3:03pm
15th Sep 2019 3:03pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Five)
#passion
52 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
Deep In The Night
Deep In The Night
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
#love
#night
#nature
#mythology
#sensual
57 reads
5 Comments
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