Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems published by members most recently online.
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 11:16am
24th Dec 2024 11:16am
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
94 reads
14 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 4:15pm
13th Jan 2025 4:15pm
On My Hiney
Welcome to the pockmark of obscenity
a requiem for the posies slogging in
sloe gin from death's emporium
Resting on my hiney in the daffodils
with no anecdote for the guillotine's rope
buried on a slippery slope
Drifting off into my homily
"More dope, please"
sleeping soundly
Blossoming in shadows of obscurity
with Knick Knack Paddy Whack on my bones
eating at my rotting stone
a requiem for the posies slogging in
sloe gin from death's emporium
Resting on my hiney in the daffodils
with no anecdote for the guillotine's rope
buried on a slippery slope
Drifting off into my homily
"More dope, please"
sleeping soundly
Blossoming in shadows of obscurity
with Knick Knack Paddy Whack on my bones
eating at my rotting stone
#WritingPoetry
87 reads
0 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:17pm
20th Jan 2025 2:17pm
Their Voice Like A Blackhole
Their voice is like a blackhole I'm getting sucked into their game, a game I didn't even chose to play.
I'm in this video game constantly running, enemies keep respawning.
I could never escape them.
The John Wacy clown follows me around, he's looking not to kill...
But to steal my soul forever.
They were soul thiefs like the black Klobber in Donkey Kong Country 2.
The nightmare always plays.
The tune is always playing...
They're always watching...
And I'm their target.
I'm their empty...
I'm in this video game constantly running, enemies keep respawning.
I could never escape them.
The John Wacy clown follows me around, he's looking not to kill...
But to steal my soul forever.
They were soul thiefs like the black Klobber in Donkey Kong Country 2.
The nightmare always plays.
The tune is always playing...
They're always watching...
And I'm their target.
I'm their empty...
#manipulation
#suffering
#tragedy
46 reads
1 Comment
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:53am
Yesterday 3:53am
The NAO Amalgamate Inc.
Calling all writers, calling all writers. Looking for bound and determined writers in all genres. Willing to cohabitate in a four-bedroom apartment. If interested. Email L.vaga@gemini.com with a short example of work.
“The gooey gelatinous muck slowly slides past her defined collar bone leaving a red neon trail or burning flesh---"
“What the hell are you writing, Zoë?”
Slamming her head against her ancient home computer, a muffled answer to the question seeps through.
“I have no idea.”
“What? Can you lift your head and speak to me?”...
“The gooey gelatinous muck slowly slides past her defined collar bone leaving a red neon trail or burning flesh---"
“What the hell are you writing, Zoë?”
Slamming her head against her ancient home computer, a muffled answer to the question seeps through.
“I have no idea.”
“What? Can you lift your head and speak to me?”...
#StreamOfConsciousness
71 reads
13 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 10:46am
25th Feb 2023 10:46am
The Sentence
Some believe the suffering for a particularly heinous crime should be sentenced to include the cessation of that person's greatest passion in life. In making that passion cease to exist - you are sentencing the person to real living madness, the deliverance of a deserving punishment. Although who is to really judge what qualifies as heinous, not knowing the intricacies of a whole lifetime that may have led up to that moment.
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
#dark
275 reads
13 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st May 2024 7:57am
1st May 2024 7:57am
Leroy Pt. 1
#betrayal
#dirty
#erotic #friendship
#erotic #friendship
168 reads
8 Comments
Roguenarak
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 2:26pm
25th Aug 2024 2:26pm
Rememberance of the Four, Act One
O, it has been sung five times before
And it shall resonate in the future forever more
But for the Four I will repeat, in the rememberance of their name
Picture a land of beautiful peace, fabled and forgotten
One where sins were so few, and no ill men yet lived
Creatures both bird and serpent, standing on two legs
Praying to violent Gods, terrified of the world beyond
Stood hidden on this continent they called Firavon
There, from dirt came the humans
So innocent and childish
Toiling in the mud in survival
Their segmented hands...
And it shall resonate in the future forever more
But for the Four I will repeat, in the rememberance of their name
Picture a land of beautiful peace, fabled and forgotten
One where sins were so few, and no ill men yet lived
Creatures both bird and serpent, standing on two legs
Praying to violent Gods, terrified of the world beyond
Stood hidden on this continent they called Firavon
There, from dirt came the humans
So innocent and childish
Toiling in the mud in survival
Their segmented hands...
#fiction
#music
63 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
40 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 4:58pm
30th Jun 2024 4:58pm
The Schoolboys and the Rastafarian Men (With original Patois quotations)
Two schoolboys, Dan and Josh, attended the Independent City All Age School in St. Catherine. In the evenings, they used to walk through a cane field near the school when they were going home. Many tall coconut trees bordered the cane field. Dan and Josh would cut sugar cane and pick coconuts to eat. In addition to that, they would carry some sugar cane and coconuts home.
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
#men
#school
#curse
#water
#children
99 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 10:57am
16th Mar 2024 10:57am
Hungry Dopes
A pizza delivery man was beaten to death a few towns over where I live 3 years ago. Three teenage geniuses who decided this was the way to get some free food. They took all of the delivery man's pizza, but left the $500 that was in the man's pocket!
#violence
#death
#money
#food
#ignorance
142 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 9:56pm
3rd Nov 2023 9:56pm
Empathy~Spirit Child
Trying to ascend
the dark presses in on me
and will not relent
It tastes the grace of my being
light fettered
with midnight's last regret
My soul is not my own
Was it ever, I wonder?
Little redeemer
falling through time
chastised
a vision left aching
and mute
The cosmic equalizer
comes on quietly
hunting my dreams
cloaking himself
with tunnel vision
In the darkness
innocence weeps
at misunderstanding's sake
while sonnets of faith escape me
and my Father
Wisdom ...
the dark presses in on me
and will not relent
It tastes the grace of my being
light fettered
with midnight's last regret
My soul is not my own
Was it ever, I wonder?
Little redeemer
falling through time
chastised
a vision left aching
and mute
The cosmic equalizer
comes on quietly
hunting my dreams
cloaking himself
with tunnel vision
In the darkness
innocence weeps
at misunderstanding's sake
while sonnets of faith escape me
and my Father
Wisdom ...
#love
232 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
A Steed From Nowhere
The dim yellow light in the kitchen flickers with an erratic and unearthly dance, casting elongated shadows that writhe and twist with unnatural animation. The fire's uncertain glow only deepens the oppressive atmosphere, magnifying the dark, malignant presence that lingers just beyond the threshold of perception. The cigarette smolders in the ashtray, its tendrils of smoke curling upwards as if bearing the heavy weight of the detective’s dread and despair.
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#narrative
#shadows
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