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.
case28
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 2:55pm
7th Oct 2024 2:55pm
Nobody Knows - The Creator of Our Own Demise
I. The Cleaner
The guy meticulously mops the cultured marble floor in a Vegas hotel lobby at 5 AM. Nobody knows he’s studying medicine at Harvard. The general manager watches every second the cleaner stands motionless, staring at his phone. The man with two minds types a reply with his thumbs to his long-distance girlfriend, reminding her that he's busy preparing for clinical exams, unable to engage in her emotional fallacies with phallicism.
II. Data Entry [escapist]
On the other side of the world, the hotel cleaner’s...
The guy meticulously mops the cultured marble floor in a Vegas hotel lobby at 5 AM. Nobody knows he’s studying medicine at Harvard. The general manager watches every second the cleaner stands motionless, staring at his phone. The man with two minds types a reply with his thumbs to his long-distance girlfriend, reminding her that he's busy preparing for clinical exams, unable to engage in her emotional fallacies with phallicism.
II. Data Entry [escapist]
On the other side of the world, the hotel cleaner’s...
#love
#scifi
#sex #technology
#sex #technology
392 reads
3 Comments
ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Man_Or_Myth
Poem Published
10th Apr 2017 1:17pm
10th Apr 2017 1:17pm
The Invasion
I haven't posted anything in a while, so I decided to share a story I was working on a few years back. It's not complete and it's probably full of errors and plot holes, but whatever. The concept of the story is that it's being told from three different point of views, that will converge into a whole at the around the ending of it. Please be aware, I'm not a writer, I just like to write, so criticism is ok, but don't go overboard. Hope you like and enjoy for the most part.
Hey, my name is James Meyers and the year was July 1989, when a race of humanoid aliens...
Hey, my name is James Meyers and the year was July 1989, when a race of humanoid aliens...
720 reads
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st May 2020 7:43pm
21st May 2020 7:43pm
Nightmare On I-95
Followed by an unmarked car, in the dark, flashing red & blue lights
Causing a heightened sympathetic response of fight or flight
Wondering if tonight'll be the night that I take my last breath
Will a misconception of my phone being a weapon cause my death?
Will he tell me to step out of my car and get on the pavement?
Will a cell phone recording serve as my last testament?
Will the government abstain from conviction like times before?
As these thoughts circle my brain, I push my pedal to the floor
Choosing to ignore this entity...
Causing a heightened sympathetic response of fight or flight
Wondering if tonight'll be the night that I take my last breath
Will a misconception of my phone being a weapon cause my death?
Will he tell me to step out of my car and get on the pavement?
Will a cell phone recording serve as my last testament?
Will the government abstain from conviction like times before?
As these thoughts circle my brain, I push my pedal to the floor
Choosing to ignore this entity...
#dreams
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#nightmares
436 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
31st May 2024 7:52pm
31st May 2024 7:52pm
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
164 reads
6 Comments
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
565 reads
0 Comments
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
188 reads
6 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2016 10:53am
2nd Aug 2016 10:53am
the letter
as a submission to the comp The 3 Scenarios Part II
S c e n a r i o 0 1
Write about being a single teen mother or father with a gifted child who has the power to see the future and has the power to control things with its mind
S c e n a r i o 0 2
Write about meeting your celebrity crush and being seduced by them, but then ending up being kidnapped by them
S c e n a r i o 0 3
Write about being accused of being the murderer of your husband or wife and end up becoming a fugitive while trying to prove your innocence
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...
S c e n a r i o 0 1
Write about being a single teen mother or father with a gifted child who has the power to see the future and has the power to control things with its mind
S c e n a r i o 0 2
Write about meeting your celebrity crush and being seduced by them, but then ending up being kidnapped by them
S c e n a r i o 0 3
Write about being accused of being the murderer of your husband or wife and end up becoming a fugitive while trying to prove your innocence
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...
809 reads
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 6:48am
23rd Apr 2025 6:48am
A Suicide of Crows (CH12)
Chapter Twelve
Mick Dodge Country
I
The little people.
It seems multiple ancient
cultures had version.
Fairies, elves, gnomes.
Perhaps they were actual
creatures. Perhaps they
were rooted in some link
on the evolutionary chain.
In any event, they are
documented in our literary
histories and popular
consciousness/human psyche.
II
I will just tell you. Gnomez
was actually…
A…
Gnome. He was three feet tall.
Who knows...
Mick Dodge Country
I
The little people.
It seems multiple ancient
cultures had version.
Fairies, elves, gnomes.
Perhaps they were actual
creatures. Perhaps they
were rooted in some link
on the evolutionary chain.
In any event, they are
documented in our literary
histories and popular
consciousness/human psyche.
II
I will just tell you. Gnomez
was actually…
A…
Gnome. He was three feet tall.
Who knows...
#shadows
24 reads
0 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 3:54pm
8th Jan 2024 3:54pm
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
239 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 6:04am
21st Apr 2025 6:04am
Wine-Scented Dreams: Ballad of a Creole Moon
Wine-Scented Dreams:
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
Ballad of a Creole Moon
Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried me down the colonial avenues of the French Quarter to the wharf where the schooner held my mystery woman. Though I’d never set eyes on her, the prospect of this woman fresh from the convent but ready to break her vow of chastity enthralled me.
And so before me, the schooner with sails furled beckoned with the passenger who was to be my wife. Like a Christmas present as yet...
#culture
#historical
#love
#romantic
#sensual
68 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Aug 2021 6:39pm
9th Aug 2021 6:39pm
Tinker
In ginger hue, stomach pressed above the train tracks, dangling over a bridge as a thunder cloud, I saw you galloping along the line, steaming all over, a beauty. I thought of who designed you, what time you had left and when you'd arrive, whether the driver had always wanted to be one and whether they'd worked two or three years or most of their lives. I walked home whistling, post watching you glide away, left a pot of tea to brew in an Earl Grey coloured sitting room and waited for the guest to arrive.
Dusk plodded in before a knock at the door, spring sheet rain lingering on ear, a...
Dusk plodded in before a knock at the door, spring sheet rain lingering on ear, a...
#grief
#home
433 reads
1 Comment
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 11:04pm
11th Jan 2020 11:04pm
YELLOW EYES
PROLOGUE
THE DREAMS BEGINNING
It’s evening night…..
City life still goes on even if it’s quiet…
I feel safe in this part of town. I love seeing street movement and animals walking to each corner for refuge to mark their territory.
There’s always patrols to watch out for crimes out here. So I have no worries…
It’s been a long day. It’s 6 pm and my friends dropped me off at a vintage store. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, just another simple day. ...
THE DREAMS BEGINNING
It’s evening night…..
City life still goes on even if it’s quiet…
I feel safe in this part of town. I love seeing street movement and animals walking to each corner for refuge to mark their territory.
There’s always patrols to watch out for crimes out here. So I have no worries…
It’s been a long day. It’s 6 pm and my friends dropped me off at a vintage store. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, just another simple day. ...
#dark
#dreams
#evil
#cats
#nightmares
719 reads
7 Comments
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