Recent Fictional Prose by Members Last Online
Short stories and chapters from books and novels - Published by DU Poetry members most recently online.
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 true. And...
#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 true. And...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness
24 reads
4 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2018 6:06pm
3rd Jan 2018 6:06pm
Unknown
I dreamt our home was surrounded by dappling shimmering trees; almond, lemon, nectarine, orange and the heady distilled aroma from cherry blossoms & jasmine.
The latter lined the u shape unsealed gravel road that nestled the entrance to our acreage property at the base of the mountains.
We created multicolored stained glass mosaic wall features, nestled between the monastic vaulted ceilings, and each of those creations intricately depicted the love we each shared for one another as the sun beamed it's light to create a kaleidoscope of colors.
Hard wood and slate floors...
The latter lined the u shape unsealed gravel road that nestled the entrance to our acreage property at the base of the mountains.
We created multicolored stained glass mosaic wall features, nestled between the monastic vaulted ceilings, and each of those creations intricately depicted the love we each shared for one another as the sun beamed it's light to create a kaleidoscope of colors.
Hard wood and slate floors...
86 reads
2 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
from the tall grey...
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
from the tall grey...
#hope
#dreams
#death
#nature
#fate
83 reads
2 Comments
Justafan18
Justafan
Justafan
Poem Published
20th Apr 2018 10:42pm
20th Apr 2018 10:42pm
The STANG
#love
#relationships
#respect
36 reads
4 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 8:13pm
8th Apr 2018 8:13pm
Beginning Of My Book : Part Three
Only love , ultimately , can set me free...
Yet what now is love , other than a cost far too great ?
Shall I give up myself , again , for you ?
Shall I become as you are , or want me to be ?
Shall I break the bonds of togetherness , to find myself
at the brink of the lonely ?
Just for what , is this thing , called love ?
Halfway through the experience , I pause ,
if only to catch my breath...
I tackle it like a dilemma , and hold it , until
it yields...
And then in the release , the ecstacy...
In olofactory feedback loops...
Yet what now is love , other than a cost far too great ?
Shall I give up myself , again , for you ?
Shall I become as you are , or want me to be ?
Shall I break the bonds of togetherness , to find myself
at the brink of the lonely ?
Just for what , is this thing , called love ?
Halfway through the experience , I pause ,
if only to catch my breath...
I tackle it like a dilemma , and hold it , until
it yields...
And then in the release , the ecstacy...
In olofactory feedback loops...
#identity
#mirror
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
44 reads
0 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 5:20am
17th Aug 2017 5:20am
Pyramid schemes
I am at the pawnshop, picking up contact lenses. There is a beautiful girl at the counter, and I ask her " Are you Aletta's sister? The girl and her friend reply, "yes", and proceed to tell me I'm that hot.
Flustered, I walk away wearing no shirt. A police officer points out that my shirt is around my waist, mutters something about indecent exposure into the radio. I see Guy and a group of Aztec type gang members out of the corner of my eye while I am dealing with my drying contacts. The contacts are in a plastic Ziploc bag, and like the thugs, are many and in different...
Flustered, I walk away wearing no shirt. A police officer points out that my shirt is around my waist, mutters something about indecent exposure into the radio. I see Guy and a group of Aztec type gang members out of the corner of my eye while I am dealing with my drying contacts. The contacts are in a plastic Ziploc bag, and like the thugs, are many and in different...
115 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
25th Nov 2015 2:13am
25th Nov 2015 2:13am
Blood on the Moon
The last time I had seen a lunar eclipse I was a young girl standing in the middle of a tree-lined street with head tilted back as if to catch stardust in my hair, and arms outstretched to embrace the mother moon I had never seen in this way before. I didn't know that the blood on the moon was from sun rays passing through the earth's atmospheric veil, and I danced in the street that night in total awe of its red hue.
Now, here I was years later and grown, supine across the hood of my escort's BWM, shimmering and naked on a beach towel while the vehicle's host, sublime in his...
Now, here I was years later and grown, supine across the hood of my escort's BWM, shimmering and naked on a beach towel while the vehicle's host, sublime in his...
248 reads
2 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2017 11:39am
2nd Feb 2017 11:39am
DIRE
Footprints
Carved in ice as partially all is covered in snow
Revealing the crypt of my dreams where all spirals as one
Once the dire heart was the same in all creatures. We were sentient beings.
We heard the spiders weave their web as threads of silver moonlight shone
Moon encompassed all, she cradled our worlds.
Long before the sun
At dusk we stranded
Long before shapes
Trees were thicker and their hearts were greener. Wider than the woods.
Robed in musk of pine and birches we shielded ourselves from daylight
Mother tree cradled us...
Carved in ice as partially all is covered in snow
Revealing the crypt of my dreams where all spirals as one
Once the dire heart was the same in all creatures. We were sentient beings.
We heard the spiders weave their web as threads of silver moonlight shone
Moon encompassed all, she cradled our worlds.
Long before the sun
At dusk we stranded
Long before shapes
Trees were thicker and their hearts were greener. Wider than the woods.
Robed in musk of pine and birches we shielded ourselves from daylight
Mother tree cradled us...
245 reads
18 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
13th Aug 2015 9:41pm
13th Aug 2015 9:41pm
Pilgrimage of the Recidivist
299 reads
10 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...
288 reads
4 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
17th Apr 2018 4:26am
17th Apr 2018 4:26am
Oh Dear Professor Wiggens
Gears and bearings were grinding
all attempts at lubrication
had been in vain
The large
handle
at the end
of the bright copper urn
was vibrating
like an unbalanced
propeller
Wiggens sighed
wiped the persperation from his brow
in a polishing action
with his rather old
frayed, grey hankychief
[which may have been white, fifteen or twenty years ago]
Then he yelled
"Bring me a strong black Americano, Mr Barrister!"
he kicked the urn
with a resounding
"gong"!
Which echoed through the...
all attempts at lubrication
had been in vain
The large
handle
at the end
of the bright copper urn
was vibrating
like an unbalanced
propeller
Wiggens sighed
wiped the persperation from his brow
in a polishing action
with his rather old
frayed, grey hankychief
[which may have been white, fifteen or twenty years ago]
Then he yelled
"Bring me a strong black Americano, Mr Barrister!"
he kicked the urn
with a resounding
"gong"!
Which echoed through the...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
18 reads
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
5th Jul 2017 4:52pm
5th Jul 2017 4:52pm
Seething Underneath a Ruby Moon
Seething, reverse bleeding,
seethed some more,
this malignant precipice
has become an obstacle
too ostentatious to ignore.
I'm an algorithm
of complexity,
a tumor of love,
a sapphire pirate
of dainty little hearts,
I breathe in you
to steal your essence,
to fall back to earth
a cherub of suppressant;
distantly eccentric,
for what it's worth.
Quiver now,
shape shift with me
into...
seethed some more,
this malignant precipice
has become an obstacle
too ostentatious to ignore.
I'm an algorithm
of complexity,
a tumor of love,
a sapphire pirate
of dainty little hearts,
I breathe in you
to steal your essence,
to fall back to earth
a cherub of suppressant;
distantly eccentric,
for what it's worth.
Quiver now,
shape shift with me
into...
141 reads
6 Comments
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