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.
Nocturnalbutterfly
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 10:12pm
14th Sep 2019 10:12pm
Mina
My poems always find you. Let them, as you know that every heart has an affliction and yours is forever mine to take.", Mina's voice was cracking with each word as she read the small note aloud. She drops her hands to her side, looking around as she stands on the stoop to her apartment. Her eyes searching frantically for someone she hopes not to see.
For months now Mina has been stalked by an unknown man. He leaves what he thinks are love notes by her door, on her car, in her mailbox, even had flowers delivered to her at work. She's gone to the police numerous times, but without a...
For months now Mina has been stalked by an unknown man. He leaves what he thinks are love notes by her door, on her car, in her mailbox, even had flowers delivered to her at work. She's gone to the police numerous times, but without a...
#murder
#evil
#escape #obsession
#escape #obsession
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
1st Apr 2017 3:56pm
1st Apr 2017 3:56pm
2018 Senior Men’s Underwear Calendar and Art Book
It’s that time of year again! SMU Inc has begun work on their 2018 Senior Men’s Underwear Calendar and Art Book. I am promoting this because I have both modeled for past projects and acted as staff photographer. These have included the original 2016 “Senior Forward” that focused on a modern view of underwear and the 2017 “Back to the Forward”, a historical view at undergarments. These were equal parts beef cake, boudoir, and positive body image for the senior man. The trailblazing publications have been celebrated by multiple industry awards, including Best New Indy Calendar and Men’s...
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
28th Oct 2018 12:46pm
28th Oct 2018 12:46pm
Snitches
I know the shit was fucked when they knocked on my door
There was two in the van and they were missing two more
My ass was added to improve the math
Where he's at isn't even the half
Who the fuck told what went down
The shit that we pulled was clear across town
All four split up going our separate ways
Agreeing to reunite another fucking day
The heist was good for more than expected
Everyone laying low until nothing's detected
Burn everything clothes, tools, and the car
Hurry up and intermix at separate bars
Make...
There was two in the van and they were missing two more
My ass was added to improve the math
Where he's at isn't even the half
Who the fuck told what went down
The shit that we pulled was clear across town
All four split up going our separate ways
Agreeing to reunite another fucking day
The heist was good for more than expected
Everyone laying low until nothing's detected
Burn everything clothes, tools, and the car
Hurry up and intermix at separate bars
Make...
#sex
#murder
#alcohol #drugs
#alcohol #drugs
212 reads
8 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
Yew - A long story, short
686 reads
10 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
6th Nov 2017 11:53pm
6th Nov 2017 11:53pm
U.S. Versus the Board of Local Weather Systems
Order in the Court. Let us bring out the defendants.
Mr. Fall, according to our account of the changing months, in July the leaves were green, and in September we caught you red handed."
"I deny all charges."
"Officers, display the evidence."
"Okay, okay, I admit it.
I was an art major in college, and I hate green."
The jury is in awe. A woman with a peridot necklace faints in the aisle.
"Mr. Fall, that is enough! Here in America, we respect our primary colors."
"Next to the stand: Mr. Winter.
Did you...
Mr. Fall, according to our account of the changing months, in July the leaves were green, and in September we caught you red handed."
"I deny all charges."
"Officers, display the evidence."
"Okay, okay, I admit it.
I was an art major in college, and I hate green."
The jury is in awe. A woman with a peridot necklace faints in the aisle.
"Mr. Fall, that is enough! Here in America, we respect our primary colors."
"Next to the stand: Mr. Winter.
Did you...
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Countrygirl96
Poem Published
27th Jul 2019 5:56am
27th Jul 2019 5:56am
Mabel's Goodbye
Ember walked up and knelt beside her friend. Staring at the blood that covered her chest and the floor. Tears poured down her face as she took Mabel's hands in hers.
"Ember...you were...my only firend...I do not... regret....coming with...you to enlist... I see our Maker's face....."
"No Mabel, no you aren't going to die." Ember cried.
"Do....not....cry....Ember....you were....so kind....to...me....I may....have....been...your slave....but you always....treated me.....as...a....firend..."
"You are my friend Mabel, you are no longer my slave. I can...
"Ember...you were...my only firend...I do not... regret....coming with...you to enlist... I see our Maker's face....."
"No Mabel, no you aren't going to die." Ember cried.
"Do....not....cry....Ember....you were....so kind....to...me....I may....have....been...your slave....but you always....treated me.....as...a....firend..."
"You are my friend Mabel, you are no longer my slave. I can...
#sadness
#ShortStory
60 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
the stone that floated
a young acolyte, who recently
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
#Buddhist
42 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 00:33am
3rd Sep 2019 00:33am
White-Eyed Corpse
Samantha didn’t know where she was. Her foot was heavy on the pedal, gliding down the open, hilly slopes of the backcountry. Cellphone in one hand; the GPS buffering. Twice already she almost crashed. Approaching out of the horizon was a yellow SLOW DOWN-SHARP TURN-15 mph. Samantha pressed the clutch as the momentum leaned her forward; the seatbelt fastened behind her. GPS still buffering, Samantha flew past the occasional country road which posted: UNIMPROVED ROAD - PASS AT OWN RISK. Then one caught her attention as it approached; SLOW DOWN – SHARP TURN… she rolled her eyes.
A...
A...
#dark
#death
#scary
38 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 3:03pm
15th Sep 2019 3:03pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Five)
#passion
38 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:20am
14th Sep 2019 5:20am
I Wept for the Women of the World
I Wept for the Women of the World
I stand and face the picture window while gazing out at the lotus pond. Morning sunlight bathes me in glowing radiance. As I look around in the mirror I see myself in my nightgown, illuminated. I feel pure and angelic. It is as though I am transformed by the light into a spirit, free from hunger, pain, or sorrow.
The soft breeze blows from the ceiling fan and rustles my gown with the cotton fabric tickling my soft skin. My bare feet on the wooden floor tingle with pleasure. I wonder where my husband is. However, I am glad to be alone...
I stand and face the picture window while gazing out at the lotus pond. Morning sunlight bathes me in glowing radiance. As I look around in the mirror I see myself in my nightgown, illuminated. I feel pure and angelic. It is as though I am transformed by the light into a spirit, free from hunger, pain, or sorrow.
The soft breeze blows from the ceiling fan and rustles my gown with the cotton fabric tickling my soft skin. My bare feet on the wooden floor tingle with pleasure. I wonder where my husband is. However, I am glad to be alone...
#love
#women
#relationships
#marriage
#feminism
25 reads
4 Comments
thepositivelydark
Poem Published
7th Nov 2016 4:53am
7th Nov 2016 4:53am
NEON EUPHORIA (Winner, Take a walk on the wild side competition hosted by calamitygin)
There's something about walking through a dark night lit by neon. The cold air bites to remind you that there are just days to go, days to go, before you say goodbye to the year. The same old year as before. Stagnant. Unchanging.
She entered her favorite diner, the music from within pulling her in. It's always the electric guitars, a good bass, sex rock-and-roll that does it. She can't see the band through the throng of people; she was a little thing at 5 ft and always tripping.
It was a younger crowd, and you can just feel the angst, the rebellion, the raging hormones...
She entered her favorite diner, the music from within pulling her in. It's always the electric guitars, a good bass, sex rock-and-roll that does it. She can't see the band through the throng of people; she was a little thing at 5 ft and always tripping.
It was a younger crowd, and you can just feel the angst, the rebellion, the raging hormones...
458 reads
5 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 3:40am
14th Mar 2019 3:40am
Small Cafe
We went on different routes
meeting same in the night.
Drinking wine - an easy way out
drowning turmoil of separate plight.
The den was crowded so a table we shared,
Our hearts so lonely, risking no care.
It must 'ave been a miracle
that guided us this way.
You needed me, and I You
at the time in that dark cafe.
Out of the voided blue,
my love left me for another
my heart burning with pain.
You said you lost a brother
your heart felt much of the same.
Seeking solace in the...
meeting same in the night.
Drinking wine - an easy way out
drowning turmoil of separate plight.
The den was crowded so a table we shared,
Our hearts so lonely, risking no care.
It must 'ave been a miracle
that guided us this way.
You needed me, and I You
at the time in that dark cafe.
Out of the voided blue,
my love left me for another
my heart burning with pain.
You said you lost a brother
your heart felt much of the same.
Seeking solace in the...
#sadness
#loneliness
#support #hurt
#support #hurt
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12 Comments
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