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.
RiAN
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 5:35pm
8th Aug 2020 5:35pm
BOOK OF WORDS -sequence chapter 1, chapter 2
Chapter 1) It begins (second part)
They are called “Clan of Nor” and wear the history of a peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely built and slightly larger. Chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept. Each time I touch the Main Leading Wolves fur I am filled with pine needle dreams , forest dances in their eyes.Many a myth they tell me. They came from the OLd World far , long ago before existence of any written history. Before mankand named them Wolf.
Varg, Evening Wolf- who is the main Leader, he tells me stories....
They are called “Clan of Nor” and wear the history of a peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely built and slightly larger. Chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept. Each time I touch the Main Leading Wolves fur I am filled with pine needle dreams , forest dances in their eyes.Many a myth they tell me. They came from the OLd World far , long ago before existence of any written history. Before mankand named them Wolf.
Varg, Evening Wolf- who is the main Leader, he tells me stories....
#universe
#nature
#mythology
129 reads
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
14th Oct 2018 7:46am
14th Oct 2018 7:46am
The Ghosts of Herak Part 8
Suddenly white light encompassed the whole compound; the light seemed to be made of little stars twinkling. Strange musical sounds came from everywhere; tinkling bells and summer rain. The twinkling light suffused the whole village and the people stood up, spritely and fresh. They looked around in wonder.
Ameria and I stood there in astonishment; the Guardian had taken off his helmet showing his long golden hair. He spread out his arms and the whole world seemed to glow with a warm pleasant light.
Orcus and Desire stood shocked as wonder upon wonder unfold. Flowers of...
Ameria and I stood there in astonishment; the Guardian had taken off his helmet showing his long golden hair. He spread out his arms and the whole world seemed to glow with a warm pleasant light.
Orcus and Desire stood shocked as wonder upon wonder unfold. Flowers of...
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
301 reads
5 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
16th May 2020 8:16am
16th May 2020 8:16am
Chapter - It’s Number Two Read to You (Pig in a Web)
..it’s not an encore
the first time
you listen
the first time
you listen
#funny
147 reads
2 Comments
Deathnadders
Poem Published
30th May 2019 3:17am
30th May 2019 3:17am
The New House
This place..
So large and imposing
It's face weathered
Telling of its many ages having stood
Of the many people that have tended to it
It feels alive
As if it is looming over me
Watching me...
Maybe the others haven't left yet...
So large and imposing
It's face weathered
Telling of its many ages having stood
Of the many people that have tended to it
It feels alive
As if it is looming over me
Watching me...
Maybe the others haven't left yet...
#home
160 reads
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Marks
Poem Published
27th Oct 2018 2:39am
27th Oct 2018 2:39am
Thesis of a Failure
.. ...
Throughout our life we knew nothing but failure.
Throughout our life we knew nothing but failure,...
but we are trying to make the influence we fail to exert in our life useful after our death.
Nobody will take our souls. It is enough to know that we have them.
One day success came and it was gone,...
but it neither passed through dawn when it came... nor through sunset when it left.
When success was asleep, it seemed to be dead. And when success finally died, it seemed to be asleep.
So nobody will find our lost things....
Throughout our life we knew nothing but failure.
Throughout our life we knew nothing but failure,...
but we are trying to make the influence we fail to exert in our life useful after our death.
Nobody will take our souls. It is enough to know that we have them.
One day success came and it was gone,...
but it neither passed through dawn when it came... nor through sunset when it left.
When success was asleep, it seemed to be dead. And when success finally died, it seemed to be asleep.
So nobody will find our lost things....
#sadness
338 reads
4 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 9:00pm
15th Jan 2021 9:00pm
Beyond the Big Bang
Like many companies from various countries as well as some from government agencies like NASA, Naturex had a base on Mars. Just Mars unlike others who also had locations on the moon, digging for all the natural resources they could find.
Part of Naturex's mission had more to do with finding ways to improve of lidfe, trying to develop new methods to produce and preserve food.
But the big part of their mission was to explore and maybe find another planet similar to earth in the big and ever expanding universe.
Big John, so named because of his six foot two hundred...
Part of Naturex's mission had more to do with finding ways to improve of lidfe, trying to develop new methods to produce and preserve food.
But the big part of their mission was to explore and maybe find another planet similar to earth in the big and ever expanding universe.
Big John, so named because of his six foot two hundred...
#universe
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Dec 2020 6:49pm
27th Dec 2020 6:49pm
You Died In Explosion
A tender smile on a strong face
with a cheekbone so acute
Are you reconsidering your ways,
now that the past weighs down your route?
An Elve has a tender heart,
beauty and fine scenery define him,
even when pride burns as art,
and corrupts his intentions within.
I like it, how innocence blushes
healing your cheeks of a child;
I want to return home, it pushes
me, and I go desperately wild....
Have you ever abandoned a woman?
A wife even, that bore you kids?
Did you swear an oath to your adolescent men, ...
with a cheekbone so acute
Are you reconsidering your ways,
now that the past weighs down your route?
An Elve has a tender heart,
beauty and fine scenery define him,
even when pride burns as art,
and corrupts his intentions within.
I like it, how innocence blushes
healing your cheeks of a child;
I want to return home, it pushes
me, and I go desperately wild....
Have you ever abandoned a woman?
A wife even, that bore you kids?
Did you swear an oath to your adolescent men, ...
#dreams
#spiritual
#fiction
#TruthOfLife
#SelfDiscovery
49 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
6th Feb 2021 9:11pm
6th Feb 2021 9:11pm
Finger Food From Life's Buffet
#sex
#erotic
#family #SelfReflection
#family #SelfReflection
47 reads
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Northern1
Poem Published
7th May 2016 7:54pm
7th May 2016 7:54pm
Tea And Biscuits With An Alien
Rudy is an alien. For the lack of a better description lets call him a grey.
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
604 reads
5 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 9:37pm
18th Feb 2021 9:37pm
Covert operations ( Hugger-mugger)
Every light in the house was on. The fancy dress had spilled out onto the front lawn. Juliet was screaming expletives at a drunken Romeo. Thankfully they were drowned out by music that met us in the drive way. It was so loud that the garage doors vibrated like the skin of a steel bass drum. We pushed our way through the front door using the sharp end of a Pinot Grigio as a cattle prod. “Has anybody seen the phone?” shouted a beret clad French man heading off upstairs with a string of onions round his neck. I had, it, was heading off up the street with the answering machine, carried by some...
#secrets
24 reads
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faithmairee
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 8:32am
3rd Nov 2020 8:32am
An Uncommon Woman
#strength
#courage
#mystery
#sexy
#fear
153 reads
4 Comments
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