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.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
118 reads
5 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
10th Jan 2025 1:25pm
Young Sniper Preparing
The young soldier, Pavel, reclined on his bunk, the sterile light casting a pallid glow over the cramped quarters. His mind wandered to Alexandria, his lover since high school. She had sent him an email earlier that week, her words filled with longing and assurances of love and a revealing photo. But the miles between them were vast, and the silence of the nights was louder than the sporadic thunder of distant artillery.
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
Pavel’s fingers traced the cold, precise edges of the SV-98 sniper rifle that lay beside him. The government had spared no expense in arming him with this...
#murder
#soldiers
#war
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
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
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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
119 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 3:40pm
5th Mar 2025 3:40pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter 3
Charlie, annoyed by the situation, stormed off into the first bedroom on the left.
I don't know what you all are going to do, but I need to decompress from this fiasco of an agreement,” he said without even looking back at them.
Ellen and Zoe are used to Charlie's moods. They knew he will eventually get out of it once he comes to terms with the situation.
There were three other rooms on the second level. They all followed suit and went to their rooms to unpack.
Charlie liked his room whether he wanted to admit it...
I don't know what you all are going to do, but I need to decompress from this fiasco of an agreement,” he said without even looking back at them.
Ellen and Zoe are used to Charlie's moods. They knew he will eventually get out of it once he comes to terms with the situation.
There were three other rooms on the second level. They all followed suit and went to their rooms to unpack.
Charlie liked his room whether he wanted to admit it...
#StreamOfConsciousness
66 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 1:51pm
1st Mar 2025 1:51pm
Before I Forget
Inspired by unfiltered stains of nicotine
Memoirs of insomnia and stolen dreams
Dripping memories of anxiety in caffeine
Before I forget to get out of my head
In sleepless nights of twilight's addiction
Kicking the crickets out of my bed
Inspired by unfiltered stains of nicotine
Memoirs of insomnia and stolen dreams
Dripping memories of anxiety in caffeine
Before I forget to get out of my head
In sleepless nights of twilight's addiction
Kicking the crickets out of my bed
Inspired by unfiltered stains of nicotine
#anxiety
#dark
#insomnia
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magichearts
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
क्यूँ ना हम कुछ कसमें वादे खाये, ले कर हाथों मे हाथ Goa beach पर जाये,,
रेतीली मिट्टी पर उंगलियाँ फिराये, कुछ...
रेतीली मिट्टी पर उंगलियाँ फिराये, कुछ...
#fall
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
545 reads
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 5:44pm
13th Apr 2024 5:44pm
Welcome to the Party Chapter 20
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
135 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
31st May 2024 8:52pm
31st May 2024 8:52pm
Ana & Mat
It was a random evening and that day I had decided to spend it with Ana. I made some tea for her and considered the thought of sleeping with her at a hotel. Even though we lived together I wanted a change of our routine. So slowly we headed to our car and made our way to the 'Venice' hotel which was 30 minutes away from our place. Going there was smooth with some jokes and smiles as Ana did always have a sense of humour and was talkative. As for me I was more silent and would think a lot in my head but never deemed those conversations to be percieved as interesting for my company.
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...
#erotic
151 reads
6 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
Surprise! Part 3 (Next Morning)
#dirty
#erotic
#family
#orgasm
#sex
123 reads
2 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 4:22pm
26th Feb 2025 4:22pm
Mommy and Daddy's Perfect Little Girl
Diana was small,
she was cute,
she was likeable,
but manipulated,
nightmares over and over
of her likeability being exploited,
her kindness being spent
and thrown back in her face.
The worst words: you're selfish.
Why, oh why, did you hurt her?
She was skinny,
didn't eat much,
played tennis a lot,
had that European tan
in her heritage.
On the outside,
she was thriving.
On the inside,
she wondered why every night
that despite having everything,
why it felt so empty.
...
she was cute,
she was likeable,
but manipulated,
nightmares over and over
of her likeability being exploited,
her kindness being spent
and thrown back in her face.
The worst words: you're selfish.
Why, oh why, did you hurt her?
She was skinny,
didn't eat much,
played tennis a lot,
had that European tan
in her heritage.
On the outside,
she was thriving.
On the inside,
she wondered why every night
that despite having everything,
why it felt so empty.
...
#SelfReflection
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Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
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