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.
AverageJoe
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
The Touch
My hands are rough and calloused not soft, the same as my language. It is not given to me to speak soft words, which while sweet, are soon forgotten. Besides, “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” I should soon be lost and adrift in my sea of ignorance of pretty words.
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
#love
#relationships
#dreams
#fate
#passion
183 reads
4 Comments
micki49
Alicia Young
Alicia Young
Poem Published
18th Mar 2020 2:46am
18th Mar 2020 2:46am
JULIE, ROY & ME
#sex
#lover
#threesome
#bisexual
#passion
291 reads
16 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
Tunisian Afternoon
#sex
103 reads
10 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2014 4:00pm
23rd Feb 2014 4:00pm
#2 The Jinn Hunter
Rayael went to Oman she travelled there by night and slept throughout the day, she stopped in Muscat and rented herself a donkey, not for the ride, but for the bray she would need that come 3am. She threw her satchel over the side of the beast counting her candles making sure she had seven of them and had not lost one on her travels, these candles could not be replaced, not in the time she would need them by so all seven bare importance to this journey. Each candles wax made from the adipocere from the Prophet Solomon, he too could see the jinn without having to look very hard, he had a jinn...
563 reads
3 Comments
Poetic_License
Poem Published
21st Dec 2017 11:23pm
21st Dec 2017 11:23pm
Bratting Daddy
YOU ARE NOT THE DOM OF ME!” Glaring, angry, red-faced, huffy and actually shaking, I screamed these words directly into his face, spittle flying and not giving a rat’s ass. I’m half Irish. When I get my Irish up, EVERYONE knows it.
This particular rather rash, Irish fueled tirade began thusly….
I dressed in a cute little outfit to go out for the evening with some girl friends. Perhaps the skirt may have been a little too short and the top may have been a little low cut and the fuck-me stilettos may have been a little edgy for the local pub scene. However, I...
This particular rather rash, Irish fueled tirade began thusly….
I dressed in a cute little outfit to go out for the evening with some girl friends. Perhaps the skirt may have been a little too short and the top may have been a little low cut and the fuck-me stilettos may have been a little edgy for the local pub scene. However, I...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#lover
#dirty
371 reads
1 Comment
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
16th Jun 2020 3:33pm
16th Jun 2020 3:33pm
Chicken-o-pathy, Chicken Patty
A pathy for this
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."
#dreams
#sleep
#son
63 reads
10 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2019 5:55am
22nd Nov 2019 5:55am
The wind
Have you ever noticed a piece of paper is blown by the wind but destroyed by the rain. Yet an oak tree can be toppled by a Gail and strengthened by a shower
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
109 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
6th Apr 2020 8:21pm
6th Apr 2020 8:21pm
The Death of Me
#lust
#erotic
#murder
#death
#evil
115 reads
1 Comment
magichearts
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
3rd Feb 2020 5:29pm
Aarzoo
Kyun na hum kuch kasme wade khaye, le kar hatho me hath Mandvi beach par jaye,,
retili mitti par ungliya firaye, kuch tasvir tum ukero aur kuch hum bnaye,,
hasi khel thitholi me apna bachpan fir dohraye, nil gagan par udte un safed buglo ko aawaz lgaye,,
sanjh ghire megho tale mor bankar nritya sjaye, mithi mithi pawan ke sang kuch tarun geet naye gungunaye,,
sar sar kr aati lehro ko bhag kar thenga dikhlaye, chehakti umango se thirak kar ek dusre ko chede chidaye,,
sunehri dhoop me rangili yadon ki titliya udaye, mapne dharti ke chor amber sang bhage jaye,, ...
retili mitti par ungliya firaye, kuch tasvir tum ukero aur kuch hum bnaye,,
hasi khel thitholi me apna bachpan fir dohraye, nil gagan par udte un safed buglo ko aawaz lgaye,,
sanjh ghire megho tale mor bankar nritya sjaye, mithi mithi pawan ke sang kuch tarun geet naye gungunaye,,
sar sar kr aati lehro ko bhag kar thenga dikhlaye, chehakti umango se thirak kar ek dusre ko chede chidaye,,
sunehri dhoop me rangili yadon ki titliya udaye, mapne dharti ke chor amber sang bhage jaye,, ...
#fall
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
90 reads
0 Comments
peninnah
Sanaa
Sanaa
Poem Published
20th Jun 2017 5:10pm
20th Jun 2017 5:10pm
SHE NEVER LOOKED BACK
He never imagined that someday,one day, a day, he would call and she will not answer,he would text and she would not reply.
He never imagined, that someday,one day, he would walk in and not find her "weak" ass lying on the couch waiting for him to come home.
He always thought she loved him too much.Needed him too much,to ever walk away.
Years went by and ah,he lied and cheated and made her cry.Afterall,she was always too eager to run back in big daddy's arms after another "baby I'll reform," lines.I mean!Who understands this,this bad boy charm on broken girls...
He never imagined, that someday,one day, he would walk in and not find her "weak" ass lying on the couch waiting for him to come home.
He always thought she loved him too much.Needed him too much,to ever walk away.
Years went by and ah,he lied and cheated and made her cry.Afterall,she was always too eager to run back in big daddy's arms after another "baby I'll reform," lines.I mean!Who understands this,this bad boy charm on broken girls...
330 reads
0 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 9:29pm
15th Jan 2020 9:29pm
The Lady Blue 7
That night, I had difficulty getting Gary off of my mind. Memories of us were impossible to ignore.
I remembered the time I got caught being in Gary's arms.it was during one of those endless parties my parents put on.
I was outside on the front porch when I turned to see him approaching me from out of nowhere.
"What are you doing outside,ma cheri?"
"Nothing, I replied in a near whisper as I felt one of his hands lightly brush my lower back.
"You looked like you were very deep in thought."
"To be honest, I was just wondering why you won't...
I remembered the time I got caught being in Gary's arms.it was during one of those endless parties my parents put on.
I was outside on the front porch when I turned to see him approaching me from out of nowhere.
"What are you doing outside,ma cheri?"
"Nothing, I replied in a near whisper as I felt one of his hands lightly brush my lower back.
"You looked like you were very deep in thought."
"To be honest, I was just wondering why you won't...
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#crush
120 reads
8 Comments
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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0 Comments
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