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.
Kameron
Poem Published
10th May 2012 2:35am
10th May 2012 2:35am
what can't compare to what you've told yourself
Dear Body,
It feels weird when people come up to you as you're deciding what the best way to off yourself is. They talk their intentions away and leave as fast as they came, but now you have something new to think about. I don't like it. I'm too far into my own mind to appreciate the pain it takes to pull me out. Sometimes I watch them walk away with a questioning look on my face. Little do they know I'm hoping that they die in a lot nicer way than I intend to. Then again, death isn't a very clean situation, so maybe just in a better state of emotion.
It's about time you put...
It feels weird when people come up to you as you're deciding what the best way to off yourself is. They talk their intentions away and leave as fast as they came, but now you have something new to think about. I don't like it. I'm too far into my own mind to appreciate the pain it takes to pull me out. Sometimes I watch them walk away with a questioning look on my face. Little do they know I'm hoping that they die in a lot nicer way than I intend to. Then again, death isn't a very clean situation, so maybe just in a better state of emotion.
It's about time you put...
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th May 2020 9:17am
26th May 2020 9:17am
The Adventures of Rat-Bird: Bedtime
Once upon a time in a messy house there lived a mum, a dad, a big sister, a baby brother, and a parrot called Rat-Bird.
Rat-Bird liked to go on adventures in the messy house, there was always so much to explore.
Every day in the messy house with mum, dad, big sis, and baby brother was a little bit different, but they always ended the same way. With bedtime.
Rat-Bird was mostly very good at bedtimes. When he was little he liked to fall asleep cuddled up in mum's shirt, or snuggled up in one of baby's blankets, resting on dad's chest. Sometimes he'd...
Rat-Bird liked to go on adventures in the messy house, there was always so much to explore.
Every day in the messy house with mum, dad, big sis, and baby brother was a little bit different, but they always ended the same way. With bedtime.
Rat-Bird was mostly very good at bedtimes. When he was little he liked to fall asleep cuddled up in mum's shirt, or snuggled up in one of baby's blankets, resting on dad's chest. Sometimes he'd...
#children
#family
#animals #ShortStory
#animals #ShortStory
281 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2012 6:23pm
23rd Nov 2012 6:23pm
Pillow talk and dirty sex
1913 reads
13 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 7:53pm
22nd Apr 2021 7:53pm
Shooting Fish in a Barrel
BANG! His drunken form swallowed the bedroom. She slunk deep into nest of pillows and duvet. Nightly ritual began. She recoiled at each approaching footstep. He stealthily reached for the gun. He enjoyed her screams and pleas as he pulled trigger. Volley of blanks broke the silence.
BANG! Nerves frayed, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining vehemently that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious levers. ‘Oh yes,’ he roared deep inside. ‘Tonight I will...
BANG! Nerves frayed, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining vehemently that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious levers. ‘Oh yes,’ he roared deep inside. ‘Tonight I will...
#dark
#fiction
241 reads
7 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
13th Mar 2022 2:34am
13th Mar 2022 2:34am
Father forgive me for I have sinned
#anger
#dark
#disappointment
81 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 11:10pm
30th Aug 2021 11:10pm
5 myths about sex for over 60
#science
#fiction
232 reads
9 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th May 2022 8:21pm
28th May 2022 8:21pm
Guilty By Association
He coughs, clears his throat. ‘As I see it, we have two options. The best thing would be going to the police. But if we did…well, think about it. You wouldn’t want to be driven out, would you? You’re innocent in all this.’
Journalists surrounding them. Cameramen chasing them to the car. A woman with a mop of unkempt grey hair snarling that she hopes they all rot, spittle flying from her lips. Afterwards, they return to the village - to the whispers, the sniggers, the social isolation.
‘What’s the other option?’
‘The other option? You play...
Journalists surrounding them. Cameramen chasing them to the car. A woman with a mop of unkempt grey hair snarling that she hopes they all rot, spittle flying from her lips. Afterwards, they return to the village - to the whispers, the sniggers, the social isolation.
‘What’s the other option?’
‘The other option? You play...
#LifeStruggles
#mystery
60 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Feb 2022 6:46pm
11th Feb 2022 6:46pm
Entrance to the Shrine
About a week before the pilgrims attempted their invasion of the sepulchre, three of their kind were convicted of a similar crime and executed on the steps of the Imperial Temple. The execution was carried out in the Barbaric style, still used in the modern age for crimes of religious belief, which were deemed to be the most serious of all due to their imperilment of every man’s soul. To quote a local magistrate, ‘murder, by contrast, strips only one man of his soul. Sacrilege potentially strips the soul from every man who ever took breath.’ The Barbaric style required the convict to lay on...
#ShortStory
#horror
99 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
11th Jun 2022 3:29pm
11th Jun 2022 3:29pm
Huns Whittle
I but a lonely marionette who has lost its strings. Subtle as the inkwell in the shadow of my mysterious, inhaling the charm of my debonair. Dripping tallow of my poetic mother's milk upon the parchment of death's memento. Cast away into depravity hidden in a hatbox, holding me hostage from my innuendos. Listening to the stipend of darkness call the dervishes of twilight the way the echoes go. Where the Huns wish to whittle my wood as a totem of dark.
#dark
56 reads
2 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
25th Feb 2022 2:15pm
25th Feb 2022 2:15pm
A TWEAKER'S TALE
#anxiety
#dark
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
86 reads
2 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 9:47pm
12th Mar 2021 9:47pm
The publisher
The backstreets of Manchester had never been easy to negotiate and to be honest if you didn’t know what you were looking for you would have easily missed it. The shop had a plain frontage with the remnants of a bargain sticker that had long since been removed. Inside it 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 hoarder’s house. Everything was arranged in multiples of similar origin and stacked neatly into the available space. The only thing...
#ShortStory
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
28th Jan 2016 2:11pm
28th Jan 2016 2:11pm
'The Curse of Satan's Baptist' ~ A Short Story
The Curse of Satan’s Baptist”
The two had barely started when suddenly a loud bang echoed through the small one bedroom apartment that Kyra had moved into just before meet Gavin. The force of the unexplainable bang was strong enough to make the entire eight suite complex shudder. “What the hell was that?!?!?!?” gasped twenty year old Gavin, his voice ringing with fear, shock, and trepidation. Then turning quickly as he locked eyes with his girlfriend who was standing naked and shaking even in the darkened twilight. “Here babe, get dressed” Gavin said handing Kyra her clothes. “KYRA,...
The two had barely started when suddenly a loud bang echoed through the small one bedroom apartment that Kyra had moved into just before meet Gavin. The force of the unexplainable bang was strong enough to make the entire eight suite complex shudder. “What the hell was that?!?!?!?” gasped twenty year old Gavin, his voice ringing with fear, shock, and trepidation. Then turning quickly as he locked eyes with his girlfriend who was standing naked and shaking even in the darkened twilight. “Here babe, get dressed” Gavin said handing Kyra her clothes. “KYRA,...
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