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.
TheOralizer
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 1:49am
10th Jan 2021 1:49am
IT MIGHT BE UNDER YOUR NOSE
I love and use a story I heard
years ago, the source I do not
know or the author.
It had been a beautiful and fun
day, the annual family reunion.
After the crowd had left for home;
a couple of families were staying
overnight with grandpa and grandma.
Grandpa had retired to the bedroom
to escape cleanup duties and take a nap.
Two grandsons with an eye
for mischievousness slipped some
Limburger cheese and went into grandpa's
bedroom and spread some in his mustache ;
soon grandpa aroused with a few curse
words...
years ago, the source I do not
know or the author.
It had been a beautiful and fun
day, the annual family reunion.
After the crowd had left for home;
a couple of families were staying
overnight with grandpa and grandma.
Grandpa had retired to the bedroom
to escape cleanup duties and take a nap.
Two grandsons with an eye
for mischievousness slipped some
Limburger cheese and went into grandpa's
bedroom and spread some in his mustache ;
soon grandpa aroused with a few curse
words...
#anger
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#denial
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dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2016 11:53am
2nd Aug 2016 11:53am
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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...
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SLYMBEKQUEEN
Poem Published
27th May 2021 5:27pm
27th May 2021 5:27pm
THE FANTACY IS YOU
#mythology
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Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
1st Jun 2013 7:03am
1st Jun 2013 7:03am
Make Amends Before It Gets Worse (From Third Book)
I'd awoken with a womans arm around me and with enough
whiskey taste in my mouth to get me drunk again.
I take a look around and the room spins a nauseating blur and I
decide it's best to just go back to sleep.
When I awoke the second time, the woman was pacing around in
her kitchen, making, what I believe to be, coffee. I sit up and grab
the bottle of whiskey at the head of the bed, take a soft hit, chase
it with a sip of water, then take another real good slug of Jim
Beam.
She walked in the bedroom and a disgusted look flashed on her ...
whiskey taste in my mouth to get me drunk again.
I take a look around and the room spins a nauseating blur and I
decide it's best to just go back to sleep.
When I awoke the second time, the woman was pacing around in
her kitchen, making, what I believe to be, coffee. I sit up and grab
the bottle of whiskey at the head of the bed, take a soft hit, chase
it with a sip of water, then take another real good slug of Jim
Beam.
She walked in the bedroom and a disgusted look flashed on her ...
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 10:51pm
6th Feb 2019 10:51pm
Nightmarred
Last night, the twists of black bled a new instigation of dismay… The dark kitten, with a void punctured acerbic; hard and skeletal, is submerged in a steaming pool of white wine. A woman approaches, and observes to an out-drawn soul, “Oh child, it doesn’t hurt.” Then her lips moisten, as she turns the void with swift pounds of her razor-knuckled fist. The dark kitten hastens; thrashes, but remains silent to the void. Ever deep; the wound deepens. A sustained blood flow, unclotting. Then the girl, crying, appears; she implores the woman to heed, but the hag persists. Mourns of the child echo...
#dark
#cats
#despair #nightmares
#despair #nightmares
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 8:35pm
7th Jun 2021 8:35pm
Finrod Felagund
Shadow laying blame unfathomed,
yet life still has to be lived;
when a deed's been done by a brothered,
probably you won't upheave...
A curse on your kin is still there,
even if you indirectly are involved,
the lingering sensation do you bear
for the Doom of the Noldor is foretold.
You must have a strong heart.
Separation of the family crestfallen
weighs on the smiles from the day's start;
yet you have the strength to call in
choice ~ is it the beloved elleth
or your people shamefully exiled?
You shall...
yet life still has to be lived;
when a deed's been done by a brothered,
probably you won't upheave...
A curse on your kin is still there,
even if you indirectly are involved,
the lingering sensation do you bear
for the Doom of the Noldor is foretold.
You must have a strong heart.
Separation of the family crestfallen
weighs on the smiles from the day's start;
yet you have the strength to call in
choice ~ is it the beloved elleth
or your people shamefully exiled?
You shall...
#sadness
#love
#friendship
#dreams
#JRRTolkien
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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
368 reads
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 9:41pm
15th Jan 2019 9:41pm
The Two Worst Smells
The runner-up for worst smell I have smelled so far was from the factories near Richmond, Virginia. I was riding shotgun with a friend of mine who rented a moving truck so we could move him from North Carolina and back to New Jersey. Being from New Jersey, and having been to Atlantic City, and most of the other urban areas of New Jersey, it is impressively disgusting that Richmond could out-odor everything else I had smelled in my life before that moment, including poopoo-peepee diapers I had changed for my friend’s son. I am even more impressed by the people who somehow manage to live in...
#HumanRights
#culture
250 reads
2 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 9:47pm
12th Mar 2021 9:47pm
"A story is like a pill, its medicine that you need to take to imagine."
The shop smelled of sandalwood and something more familiar but somehow unobtainable. It was filled with curious objects that looked like they had been tipped out from old toy boxes, or rescued from a dead hoarders house. Everything was arranged in multiples of similar origin packed into, any and all available space. The only thing that looked worth selling was a pristine collection of books that completely filled one of the walls.
A heavy velvet curtain was drawn across a long thin room just behind a very large and very old, oak desk. It was ornately carved with a form of...
A heavy velvet curtain was drawn across a long thin room just behind a very large and very old, oak desk. It was ornately carved with a form of...
#ShortStory
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ursa
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 1:45am
19th Jun 2021 1:45am
The Catch
I remember being introduced to this thing on our way back from fishing at Lake Ganonoque in Spring. Her debate took form in complimenting her perfect partnering with someone as stable as I. Growing a family was her need, you can see how she hooked me, saw no issue, though it all threw me still wanting to stay silent; my own parents knew nothing of my shifting sexuality. They soon found out, I came out, we sought donors quickly all because of her maternal instinct.
There was no suspecting when she was expecting the implications that manifest were beyond our medical understanding....
There was no suspecting when she was expecting the implications that manifest were beyond our medical understanding....
#love
#relationships
#conflict #family
#conflict #family
15 reads
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FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
k- Present Incoherent
I sleep infrequently and sparingly. The apartment is too cold and too hot and I think it's just me. It's as cluttered as my mind is these days. My practical memory ... google, and my personal memory riddled with mysteries.
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
#love
#dreams
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
15th May 2021 7:26am
15th May 2021 7:26am
Aphrodite Rising (III of III)
Divinity in Darkness
Times of High Strangeness call into question the nature of the reality in which we exist, a world of phenomenon and perception. When our notions of consensus reality are bent and even broken, we are set adrift in the neo-gravity of the unknown, a spaceman out of the capsule and into space, approaching the end of the tether, like an amphibious creature roaming the land, meeting the end of it’s terrestrial capacity with no water in sight, synonymous with the dreamer or the thinker in the realms of thoughts and dreams.
My normal respiratory functions...
Times of High Strangeness call into question the nature of the reality in which we exist, a world of phenomenon and perception. When our notions of consensus reality are bent and even broken, we are set adrift in the neo-gravity of the unknown, a spaceman out of the capsule and into space, approaching the end of the tether, like an amphibious creature roaming the land, meeting the end of it’s terrestrial capacity with no water in sight, synonymous with the dreamer or the thinker in the realms of thoughts and dreams.
My normal respiratory functions...
#angels
#aliens
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