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.
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
13th Oct 2022 4:34pm
13th Oct 2022 4:34pm
plumber with needed immediately woman
#sex
#erotic
#passion #seductive
#passion #seductive
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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
332 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:59am
Yesterday 3:59am
She Was The Only Rose In Osiris’ Wasteland
We fly like angels through tin pan alley on wings of warbled words along trashcan roads to secret wrecks lost in the junkyards of derelict dreams. Drunk on persimmon wine I carry her down memory lane looking for derelict cars in the haze of lost America where crushed beer bottles are strewn on junkyard plantations of golden-age rust buckets. A mustang chassis catches the rain. The concentric circles of a shattered windshield are a catcher of the American dream. The hood is a seat for weary pilgrims who can’t find their way home. Lost in the purple sunset we await the gospel dawn in the...
#happiness
#marriage
#romantic #homelessness
#romantic #homelessness
28 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
387 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
28th Oct 2021 9:21am
28th Oct 2021 9:21am
lovely is the war
War is Lovely
It´s a hell of a war, soldiers running between burning buildings.
It is a great war good for sex feel the strength running through veins
blood oozing out of bullet holes and onto the sand that is the other guy´s
the person called an enemy.
Was this their finest hour defending whatever they have told to defend
Wonderful war brilliantly red, and women dream of joining them
only to find they are out of place; soldiers will rather masturbate in a fox-hole.
Glorious war, something the survivors can talk about in the park playing card, ...
It´s a hell of a war, soldiers running between burning buildings.
It is a great war good for sex feel the strength running through veins
blood oozing out of bullet holes and onto the sand that is the other guy´s
the person called an enemy.
Was this their finest hour defending whatever they have told to defend
Wonderful war brilliantly red, and women dream of joining them
only to find they are out of place; soldiers will rather masturbate in a fox-hole.
Glorious war, something the survivors can talk about in the park playing card, ...
#happiness
#inspirational
#learning
#escape
#healing
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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
300 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 8:50pm
25th Nov 2022 8:50pm
The Perfect Weapon
a horror story
'You don't understand,' cried Laura, 'the British Army wouldn't do this!'
Even in their dire situation, Tina had to laugh at this hopelessly naive platitude. She stood with Laura and Michelle at the ingress to an underground cell. It contained a medieval-looking chair which was bolted to the floor and had wires sprouting all over it, as well as shackles attached to its arms and legs.
To the right was a cabinet with a sound box on it. Michelle had turned this on and a cacophony of male screams had filled the room before she hastily switched it...
'You don't understand,' cried Laura, 'the British Army wouldn't do this!'
Even in their dire situation, Tina had to laugh at this hopelessly naive platitude. She stood with Laura and Michelle at the ingress to an underground cell. It contained a medieval-looking chair which was bolted to the floor and had wires sprouting all over it, as well as shackles attached to its arms and legs.
To the right was a cabinet with a sound box on it. Michelle had turned this on and a cacophony of male screams had filled the room before she hastily switched it...
#soldiers
#ShortStory
#horror #military
#horror #military
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Aug 2021 7:13pm
29th Aug 2021 7:13pm
Who's Eru Iluvatar?
Tell me, who is Eru the Creator?"
Who has ever heard of him?
Vague memories gave air to
a space where the faded could sing,
to create a world of itself's perfection,
nothing could repeat the landscape,
therefore, Eru's a Son Co-Ordinating the action
point of the progressive attainment of fate.
"Let's make a mortal of our image Own"
The Father, the Son and the Spirit Holy proclaimed.
The paradise son promised before the Father's throne
to protect his realm from rebellions disdained.
Therefore, if we think...
Who has ever heard of him?
Vague memories gave air to
a space where the faded could sing,
to create a world of itself's perfection,
nothing could repeat the landscape,
therefore, Eru's a Son Co-Ordinating the action
point of the progressive attainment of fate.
"Let's make a mortal of our image Own"
The Father, the Son and the Spirit Holy proclaimed.
The paradise son promised before the Father's throne
to protect his realm from rebellions disdained.
Therefore, if we think...
#religion
#God
#spiritual
#heaven
#JRRTolkien
285 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
27th Jul 2022 6:49pm
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Aug 2021 7:39pm
9th Aug 2021 7:39pm
Tinker
In ginger hue, stomach pressed above the train tracks, dangling over a bridge as a thunder cloud, I saw you galloping along the line, steaming all over, a beauty. I thought of who designed you, what time you had left and when you'd arrive, whether the driver had always wanted to be one and whether they'd worked two or three years or most of their lives. I walked home whistling, post watching you glide away, left a pot of tea to brew in an Earl Grey coloured sitting room and waited for the guest to arrive.
Dusk plodded in before a knock at the door, spring sheet rain lingering on ear, a...
Dusk plodded in before a knock at the door, spring sheet rain lingering on ear, a...
#grief
#home
178 reads
1 Comment
Abracadabra
Poem Published
6th Mar 2010 6:26am
6th Mar 2010 6:26am
Time to Heal
Tumbling out of the railroad car, I managed to keep my feet, but as I hit the dirt I felt a crack.
There was not much pain to begin with until I tried out my first steps, then everything went hazy.
I felt my left leg buckle and there were stars whirling round inside my eyes.
It was three miles to the nearest town, it would be dark in an hour and with no more whiskey to ease the pain, I knew I was in trouble.
This was sure some luck busting a leg in the middle of nowhere and when you're down to your last five bucks to boot, the world feels like a tough place.
There...
There was not much pain to begin with until I tried out my first steps, then everything went hazy.
I felt my left leg buckle and there were stars whirling round inside my eyes.
It was three miles to the nearest town, it would be dark in an hour and with no more whiskey to ease the pain, I knew I was in trouble.
This was sure some luck busting a leg in the middle of nowhere and when you're down to your last five bucks to boot, the world feels like a tough place.
There...
800 reads
2 Comments
Callistoxo
Callisto
Callisto
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 1:24am
17th Sep 2022 1:24am
Hours
I don’t have the time; I push my fingers against the glass trying to hold myself up. I won't stop slipping down. I will never get better, chunks of me fall and denigrate into sand.
I'm losing myself to time.
I can't let anyone see me like this, I'm fragile to the touch. I might fall apart if you push me too hard.
I am soft and delicate like the waves on the beach.
Everyone knows it, they all talk to me like I'm confused. My presence makes them uneasy as if I was already dead. I don’t understand what I should feel, I should accept my fate.
...
I'm losing myself to time.
I can't let anyone see me like this, I'm fragile to the touch. I might fall apart if you push me too hard.
I am soft and delicate like the waves on the beach.
Everyone knows it, they all talk to me like I'm confused. My presence makes them uneasy as if I was already dead. I don’t understand what I should feel, I should accept my fate.
...
#suicide
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