Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
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Into The Night
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Interrogation of Mr. Dmeshii Yukisovo
Marcus looked through the two-way see through mirror. He took a sip of his coffee and then placed the Styrofoam cup down on the gray table. He lifted a folder from off the table and opened it. He looked down at the two photographs of the men pulled from out the New York Harbor.
“Agent Blackstone,” Marcus tossed over his shoulder.
Agent Blackstone stepped up to the two-way see through mirror.
“Yes...
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department
New York, New York
Interrogation of Mr. Dmeshii Yukisovo
Marcus looked through the two-way see through mirror. He took a sip of his coffee and then placed the Styrofoam cup down on the gray table. He lifted a folder from off the table and opened it. He looked down at the two photographs of the men pulled from out the New York Harbor.
“Agent Blackstone,” Marcus tossed over his shoulder.
Agent Blackstone stepped up to the two-way see through mirror.
“Yes...
#lust
#war
#seductive
#corruption
#drugs
345 reads
8 Comments
Rug Warts - with Shilohverse
TWILIGHT
Discreet, dressed in "dandy," chomping at the bit. With the origins of fog and mist as if schizophrenia is falling giving birth to psychopaths, and the madness of nailing the soul to the Ouija board. Fog clings to the cobblestone as if a tentacle wrapping around my spats. "This little piggy went to market." Seeping into my bones as goth is my witness biting my tongue with anxiety, leaving the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "Mama what big eyes you have." Savoring the taste of my blood. Hearing Big Ben in the...
Discreet, dressed in "dandy," chomping at the bit. With the origins of fog and mist as if schizophrenia is falling giving birth to psychopaths, and the madness of nailing the soul to the Ouija board. Fog clings to the cobblestone as if a tentacle wrapping around my spats. "This little piggy went to market." Seeping into my bones as goth is my witness biting my tongue with anxiety, leaving the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "Mama what big eyes you have." Savoring the taste of my blood. Hearing Big Ben in the...
#collaboration
#dark
#mystery
79 reads
4 Comments
Redneck Hillbilly - with "Adagio"
We had love and a repossessed single-wide trailer on top of a molehill, formerly a landfill, with wall-to-wall linoleum and a communal outhouse. Our septic tank was boiling over as if ready to roll over where Grandpa was planted in the okra patch. His life revolved around three things, getting food on the table, working and getting drunk. One of his famous sayings was “A fella who ain’t got a job and can’t take care of himself can just go to hell for all I care.”
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
It was covered by a green froth rising above the town making it impossible to follow the pickleball in flight over...
#collaboration
#funny
#narrative
49 reads
2 Comments
Last morning side
Cans of beer littered all around, bottles of Ibuprofen emptied,
She woke up to find him laying by the kitchen, bleeding,
Self inflicted knife wound to the head,
(He always said guns were for pussies, knives were funner)
Weary eyed, almost ready to shut for the last time, he mumbles… something, of some pleading self worth
Never sure himself worth more, the weight of a beer or a stone,
Blood dripping from the blood clotted mouth, he mumbles his last words, of self importance
Words,lord my child, words that would come to always make...
She woke up to find him laying by the kitchen, bleeding,
Self inflicted knife wound to the head,
(He always said guns were for pussies, knives were funner)
Weary eyed, almost ready to shut for the last time, he mumbles… something, of some pleading self worth
Never sure himself worth more, the weight of a beer or a stone,
Blood dripping from the blood clotted mouth, he mumbles his last words, of self importance
Words,lord my child, words that would come to always make...
708 reads
2 Comments
The Boy in the Woods
I lived with my father in a huntsman's cottage in the woods that local children called haunted, and which attended upon me an atmosphere that I hardly deserved. On warm days my father would let me take the horse through the woods and across the eleven miles to school, on wet days I'm surprised I didn't drown several times in the muddy bog engendered by the rains.
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
The woods were considered haunted because 70 years prior a huntsman had hung himself from an old oak, and some years later a woman died nearby, her face supposedly held in a wide-eyed rictus of terror. This was the literal...
#ghosts
#historical
#religion #ShortStory
#religion #ShortStory
73 reads
3 Comments
Welcome to the Party Chapter 20
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
73 reads
4 Comments
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
22 reads
0 Comments
White-Eyed Corpse
Samantha didn’t know where she was. Her foot was heavy on the pedal, gliding down the open, hilly slopes of the backcountry. Cellphone in one hand; the GPS buffering. Twice already she almost crashed. Approaching out of the horizon was a yellow SLOW DOWN-SHARP TURN-15 mph. Samantha pressed the clutch as the momentum leaned her forward; the seatbelt fastened behind her. GPS still buffering, Samantha flew past the occasional country road which posted: UNIMPROVED ROAD - PASS AT OWN RISK. Then one caught her attention as it approached; SLOW DOWN – SHARP TURN… she rolled her eyes.
A...
A...
#dark
#death
#scary
577 reads
1 Comment
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
294 reads
0 Comments
Light Years
Light Years
The farthest back I can remember, there were already forms…forms, faces, locations. I remember seeing them and watching them like I was a viewer with no body of my own. It all felt familiar but mostly random. The people and the places didn’t seem to match and would often switch without reason. I remember feeling very strong connections to many of the images I saw, but I cannot refine a memory to a particular emotional reaction to a particular scenario.
I have no way to measure how long things went on like that, but, eventually, the forms and faces and...
The farthest back I can remember, there were already forms…forms, faces, locations. I remember seeing them and watching them like I was a viewer with no body of my own. It all felt familiar but mostly random. The people and the places didn’t seem to match and would often switch without reason. I remember feeling very strong connections to many of the images I saw, but I cannot refine a memory to a particular emotional reaction to a particular scenario.
I have no way to measure how long things went on like that, but, eventually, the forms and faces and...
#universe
#Buddhist
#Taoism
#philosophical
#scifi
140 reads
1 Comment
Roller Coasting
She was 56, her siblings were Disney villains, and the husband she'd waited a lifetime for pronounced her "undiagnosed bipolar" a mere three months into their marriage. The woman he left her for wasn't particularly young, thin, or pretty. No, his new wife, Karla, was infuriatingly easy going, a pediatric social worker who taught yoga on Saturdays.
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
#BestFriend
#travel
#art
#MovingOn
#ThrillSeeking
188 reads
3 Comments
Your cock is my second favorite thing (erotic prose)
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#erotic
#lover
#orgasm
#sex
#sexy
265 reads
23 Comments
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