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.
EdibleWords
Poem Published
16th May 2020 8:16am
16th May 2020 8:16am
Chapter - It’s Number Two Read to You (Pig in a Web)
..it’s not an encore
the first time
you listen
the first time
you listen
#funny
106 reads
2 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 8:07pm
20th Aug 2020 8:07pm
Hard time
#happiness
#strength
#gratitude #emotions
#gratitude #emotions
44 reads
0 Comments
ENOONMAI
Poem Published
5th Jul 2018 5:07am
5th Jul 2018 5:07am
The Mutant King
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
227 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
What You Can See Goes On Forever
( prose poetry )
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
#childhood
#family
#countryside
#memories
#sacrifice
315 reads
27 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...
580 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
Pythian Priestess
Pythian Priestess
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Amber invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Amber awakens me to my need for a touch of...
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Amber invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Amber awakens me to my need for a touch of...
#erotic
#dreams
#religion
#dialogue
#magic
14 reads
0 Comments
Calamityofgin
Poem Published
21st May 2020 11:02am
21st May 2020 11:02am
Hillbilly Music
It is dawn over these summer hills. The blue skirts of fog billow and lift and show their knees.
The water below caps white tipped and nips blue grey with the heads of big fish.
Pink dawn shows her lovely face.
She smiles a covenant with centuries of great pride.
Her arms hold a tale of the people, who were my Grandfathers, and my Mother’s own.
They were my Uncles and the children that rose from them.
They had dirty faces and broken backs. They owned mules and hounds that knew the way home.
...
The water below caps white tipped and nips blue grey with the heads of big fish.
Pink dawn shows her lovely face.
She smiles a covenant with centuries of great pride.
Her arms hold a tale of the people, who were my Grandfathers, and my Mother’s own.
They were my Uncles and the children that rose from them.
They had dirty faces and broken backs. They owned mules and hounds that knew the way home.
...
#love
151 reads
20 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
7th May 2016 7:54pm
7th May 2016 7:54pm
Tea And Biscuits With An Alien
Rudy is an alien. For the lack of a better description lets call him a grey.
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
We had a chat about philosophy, ethics, social engineering and genetic restructuring
one evening over a cup of tea and biscuits.
Me: Funny you should show up, i've been thinking about you guys, about what makes you tick.
Rudy: Yeah, we know, your questions are becoming more relevant, we are glad.
Me: Well, i'm glad you´re glad, now we can all be glad together.
Rudy: (sips tea) I sense hostility. Control yourself human, it´s worth it.
Your anxiety is typical, you...
572 reads
5 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
21st May 2020 8:43pm
21st May 2020 8:43pm
Nightmare On I-95
Followed by an unmarked car, in the dark, flashing red & blue lights
Causing a heightened sympathetic response of fight or flight
Wondering if tonight'll be the night that I take my last breath
Will a misconception of my phone being a weapon cause my death?
Will he tell me to step out of my car and get on the pavement?
Will a cell phone recording serve as my last testament?
Will the government abstain from conviction like times before?
As these thoughts circle my brain, I push my pedal to the floor
Choosing to ignore this entity...
Causing a heightened sympathetic response of fight or flight
Wondering if tonight'll be the night that I take my last breath
Will a misconception of my phone being a weapon cause my death?
Will he tell me to step out of my car and get on the pavement?
Will a cell phone recording serve as my last testament?
Will the government abstain from conviction like times before?
As these thoughts circle my brain, I push my pedal to the floor
Choosing to ignore this entity...
#dreams
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#nightmares
90 reads
4 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
158 reads
1 Comment
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 2:23am
23rd May 2019 2:23am
Remniscent
I remember a time when I was young, and I could still dream in color...
A time when the days weren't so black and white; I could still see the beauty in the world before me.
I remember how vivid it all used to be; before I stopped listening, anyway.
Before I closed my eyes to the world,
Or before my eyes were closed for me...
The universe was my palate:
a brilliant spectrum of colors, with endless possibilities, and many different worlds to explore;
And I was the brush, painting my dreams on a pedestal before me, naive to the...
A time when the days weren't so black and white; I could still see the beauty in the world before me.
I remember how vivid it all used to be; before I stopped listening, anyway.
Before I closed my eyes to the world,
Or before my eyes were closed for me...
The universe was my palate:
a brilliant spectrum of colors, with endless possibilities, and many different worlds to explore;
And I was the brush, painting my dreams on a pedestal before me, naive to the...
#regret
#dreams
#death #memories
#death #memories
494 reads
25 Comments
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