Recent Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
adamtherapy69
adam templar
adam templar
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 2:23pm
4th Oct 2018 2:23pm
the fallen
THE FALLEN (CHAPTER ONE)
I used to believe. I used to be a man of Faith. I saw miracles that defied logic. I knew there was a God and enjoyed such wonders. I am not sure how I got from there to here. Perhaps you can work it out as I tell you our story.
We are the company of "the fallen", that is what we call ourselves. We are the super heroes in this part of the world, and yes that part is our fantasy. You out there in reality may not understand us, but that does not matter to us anyway, as we live our own ways, and with the chaos in your reality it has become ever easier to do so. ...
I used to believe. I used to be a man of Faith. I saw miracles that defied logic. I knew there was a God and enjoyed such wonders. I am not sure how I got from there to here. Perhaps you can work it out as I tell you our story.
We are the company of "the fallen", that is what we call ourselves. We are the super heroes in this part of the world, and yes that part is our fantasy. You out there in reality may not understand us, but that does not matter to us anyway, as we live our own ways, and with the chaos in your reality it has become ever easier to do so. ...
#love
#humankind
#mythology #philosophical
#mythology #philosophical
48 reads
5 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
6th Sep 2015 1:24pm
6th Sep 2015 1:24pm
Holiday 2006
Holiday 2006
I spent a very pleasant holiday by the sea; however it was at the height of the bird flu scare and everyone was nervous about an epidemic. At the time I had a chest infection and on anti-biotics, it did not spoil my holiday, but the landlady of the small hotel carelessly wondered to a resident that Brian had caught bird flu'( she knew my forename as I had had breakfast some years previously and for some reason she remembered me; at one time she worked for MI5, hence her memory, a CCTV in the Bridal Sweet was a give-away; she wanted to give me this in lieu of a...
I spent a very pleasant holiday by the sea; however it was at the height of the bird flu scare and everyone was nervous about an epidemic. At the time I had a chest infection and on anti-biotics, it did not spoil my holiday, but the landlady of the small hotel carelessly wondered to a resident that Brian had caught bird flu'( she knew my forename as I had had breakfast some years previously and for some reason she remembered me; at one time she worked for MI5, hence her memory, a CCTV in the Bridal Sweet was a give-away; she wanted to give me this in lieu of a...
346 reads
4 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 4:47pm
2nd Oct 2018 4:47pm
Camp Fire Story (4)
The heavens opened wide and haloed the sun as it shone into the room.
Grace had been up for a while, she stirred the tea leaves, took the booklet of proclaimed spells. "Tea leaf tell, awaken the spell, I Grace Of Ydriad , Ask of you KIndred One protect me" The steam of the brew was so strong , with nausea she returned to the kitchen.
The servants had gone to do their duties, left over bread cakes, scones heavy with syrup and Blue berried pancakes met her eyes. She crumbled a bread cake. Her daughters ran into the kitchen stuffing themselves...
Grace had been up for a while, she stirred the tea leaves, took the booklet of proclaimed spells. "Tea leaf tell, awaken the spell, I Grace Of Ydriad , Ask of you KIndred One protect me" The steam of the brew was so strong , with nausea she returned to the kitchen.
The servants had gone to do their duties, left over bread cakes, scones heavy with syrup and Blue berried pancakes met her eyes. She crumbled a bread cake. Her daughters ran into the kitchen stuffing themselves...
#spiritual
#magic
30 reads
6 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 10:31pm
18th Apr 2018 10:31pm
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
April 18
#18
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
* "So what drew you to seek employment at our particular establishment?"
---- "I need a job."
* "I see, And do you have any experience in the job you are applying for?"
---- "I will if you hire me."
* "What do you feel that you can bring to our company?"
---- "Work."
* "I see, so, what makes you feel that you are qualified for this position?"
---- "Well, my third grade teacher, miss Bean, told me that I could do anything that I set my mind upon, and I believe her words to be...
#18
IRRELEVANT INTERVIEW
* "So what drew you to seek employment at our particular establishment?"
---- "I need a job."
* "I see, And do you have any experience in the job you are applying for?"
---- "I will if you hire me."
* "What do you feel that you can bring to our company?"
---- "Work."
* "I see, so, what makes you feel that you are qualified for this position?"
---- "Well, my third grade teacher, miss Bean, told me that I could do anything that I set my mind upon, and I believe her words to be...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
85 reads
5 Comments
EliW
Illusion
Illusion
Poem Published
8th Oct 2018 10:10am
8th Oct 2018 10:10am
The witches unpleasant Halloween
Once upon a time, there lived a witch. As a dark soul, she had done some things in her life she wasnt proud of. Underneath rage and her crippling loneliness, she knew that she can be more. Sometimes revolutions really happen, so she promised herself not to use spells and magic anymore.
Years passed. every day the witch was learning to control her shadows and germs of her mind. Some days she failed and others not. The work was hard but eventually, she learned to not intervene with anyone's life. She changed her path and now was studying ways to cleanse her soul, yet she still...
Years passed. every day the witch was learning to control her shadows and germs of her mind. Some days she failed and others not. The work was hard but eventually, she learned to not intervene with anyone's life. She changed her path and now was studying ways to cleanse her soul, yet she still...
#lies
#fiction
#revenge
28 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 7:04am
1st Oct 2018 7:04am
Chronic
I’m sitting over here
And there you are
Flicking off brain cells
Like ants
Right before
Before the next post…
Knowing this is just what I do
As a filler (for now)
But that doesn’t stop you
From smoke bombing
The economy of my writing
That keeps us alive
For a little while longer
Yet I found myself
Waiting for this cloud
Of anger
To ease up
And I’d even ask you
To stop
Leaning back
(On your brilliant insights)
If only, you weren’t busy
Foraging
(Like some devout worker caste) ...
And there you are
Flicking off brain cells
Like ants
Right before
Before the next post…
Knowing this is just what I do
As a filler (for now)
But that doesn’t stop you
From smoke bombing
The economy of my writing
That keeps us alive
For a little while longer
Yet I found myself
Waiting for this cloud
Of anger
To ease up
And I’d even ask you
To stop
Leaning back
(On your brilliant insights)
If only, you weren’t busy
Foraging
(Like some devout worker caste) ...
#women
#lesbian
#sex
#marijuana
#parody
42 reads
0 Comments
Angelast1
Poem Published
21st May 2018 4:59am
21st May 2018 4:59am
The absurd adventures of Whalebone Jim #3
Whalebone Jim woke up from his siesta. It was already late afternoon. He hardly remembered how he got home from the beach, where he hung out earlier, after his buddy had dropped him off at the liquor store. Whale stumbled to the bathroom to take a piss. His face was hurting and his ribs seemed bruised. As he walked by the mirror, he caught a glimpse of himself.
“Son of a bitch…look at that black eye!” He examined himself closer. His right eye was swollen shut and radiated a colorful palate of blue, purple and shades of green. Slowly bits and pieces of memory sputtered back into his...
“Son of a bitch…look at that black eye!” He examined himself closer. His right eye was swollen shut and radiated a colorful palate of blue, purple and shades of green. Slowly bits and pieces of memory sputtered back into his...
#LifeStruggles
#alcohol
#funny
87 reads
2 Comments
Lookawaynow
Rose
Rose
Poem Published
15th Feb 2014 8:52pm
15th Feb 2014 8:52pm
Ding Ding
Can I play that boxing game with you ?..
No..
Aww, scared I'll drop you on the ground ?..
It's on the canvas, drop you on the canvas..
Oh I see
can i play then ?..
No..
Hmm
isn't it a topless sport ?..
Yes..
So I can play now then?
Yes..
Right, so.. what button do I press to drop
your ass on the ground ?
Sigh..
No..
Aww, scared I'll drop you on the ground ?..
It's on the canvas, drop you on the canvas..
Oh I see
can i play then ?..
No..
Hmm
isn't it a topless sport ?..
Yes..
So I can play now then?
Yes..
Right, so.. what button do I press to drop
your ass on the ground ?
Sigh..
270 reads
7 Comments
NimmieAmee
Poem Published
4th Jun 2014 5:36am
4th Jun 2014 5:36am
End of Message
If it were destroyed, would you be free, beautiful angel?"
"There is no freedom for a Messenger slain. No heaven. No hell. If it were destroyed, I would cease. No part of me would continue. That would be peace. After everything I've seen here, everything that was done, that would be as close to peace as a Messenger torn from The Message could hope. I was a part of something.. something so.."
"But that wasn't your fault. They captured you. They t-"
"Doesn't matter. This.. body is stained in this world. This humanity. The part of me that belonged with...
"There is no freedom for a Messenger slain. No heaven. No hell. If it were destroyed, I would cease. No part of me would continue. That would be peace. After everything I've seen here, everything that was done, that would be as close to peace as a Messenger torn from The Message could hope. I was a part of something.. something so.."
"But that wasn't your fault. They captured you. They t-"
"Doesn't matter. This.. body is stained in this world. This humanity. The part of me that belonged with...
363 reads
4 Comments
samael
Poem Published
11th Jan 2018 8:14pm
11th Jan 2018 8:14pm
A voyage of the moon : the Triumph of Death
In the early morning hours hawthorn
a river of choppy clouds
flowed
from the skies suicide
and the moon
was the most beautiful drowning victim
you were the bright morning star
a lioness
seeking someone to devour
calm
quiet
not like human flesh drums
skins of war beating
but turned auburn leaves falling
at a funeral for a friend
mine was the bully
and so the moon escaped the clutches of Death
gunning for her
high above German cathedrals
Kyoto gravestones
walking...
a river of choppy clouds
flowed
from the skies suicide
and the moon
was the most beautiful drowning victim
you were the bright morning star
a lioness
seeking someone to devour
calm
quiet
not like human flesh drums
skins of war beating
but turned auburn leaves falling
at a funeral for a friend
mine was the bully
and so the moon escaped the clutches of Death
gunning for her
high above German cathedrals
Kyoto gravestones
walking...
#hope
#dreams
#death
#nature
#fate
132 reads
2 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
21st Jul 2018 9:14pm
21st Jul 2018 9:14pm
A world wide side street
A toddler in a pushchair points at the ground giggling as he shouts "mummy the floor looks like a leopard" -
his mother fails to respond, she is too engrossed in texting a friend about the latest development on a reality tv show. The cobbles are covered in such a huge amount of discarded chewing gum literally thousands of pieces spat out to become black and grey spots that to the childs innocent eyes look like leopard print - as if the sidestreet was the side of leopard laying down. I laugh because if this street is a leopard we humans must be fleas or another form of parisites...
his mother fails to respond, she is too engrossed in texting a friend about the latest development on a reality tv show. The cobbles are covered in such a huge amount of discarded chewing gum literally thousands of pieces spat out to become black and grey spots that to the childs innocent eyes look like leopard print - as if the sidestreet was the side of leopard laying down. I laugh because if this street is a leopard we humans must be fleas or another form of parisites...
#ShortStory
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2 Comments
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