Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
sodium589
Poem Published
29th Aug 2014 5:55pm
29th Aug 2014 5:55pm
A dog's monument
(Entered in "Something Worth Writing)
At Gettysburg Lincoln stated that four
score and seven years before a nation
was brought forth, conceived in liberty,
and dedicated to the proposition that
all men are created equal. He dedicated
the ground for those who gave their
lives that that nation might live.
Four score and nine years ago, 20 men
and their sled dogs risked their lives in
what later became famous as "The
Great Race of Mercy" to bring hope to
the diphtheria-stricken town of Nome.
This heroic deed was honoured by a...
At Gettysburg Lincoln stated that four
score and seven years before a nation
was brought forth, conceived in liberty,
and dedicated to the proposition that
all men are created equal. He dedicated
the ground for those who gave their
lives that that nation might live.
Four score and nine years ago, 20 men
and their sled dogs risked their lives in
what later became famous as "The
Great Race of Mercy" to bring hope to
the diphtheria-stricken town of Nome.
This heroic deed was honoured by a...
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BoFantastic
Poem Published
26th Aug 2014 7:25am
26th Aug 2014 7:25am
The Faery Land (crime fiction)
Lando knocks on the door of the elderly woman’s apartment. Shadows swarm the doorsill below and a cold criminal voice inquires.
“Who knocks?” The woman squeals.
Lando’s spine erects. His eyes alert. “Yarlo City Police.”
The shadow disappears from beneath the doorsill. Lando draws his semi-automatic pistol.
The chain on the inside unhinges. The locks turn. The door slowly creaks open into the ceiling-lit room. Lando leads with his pistol pointing at anything that moves. But no one is present. The door shuts abruptly behind him. Lando twirls around....
“Who knocks?” The woman squeals.
Lando’s spine erects. His eyes alert. “Yarlo City Police.”
The shadow disappears from beneath the doorsill. Lando draws his semi-automatic pistol.
The chain on the inside unhinges. The locks turn. The door slowly creaks open into the ceiling-lit room. Lando leads with his pistol pointing at anything that moves. But no one is present. The door shuts abruptly behind him. Lando twirls around....
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Poetikmind
Poem Published
24th Aug 2014 10:53pm
24th Aug 2014 10:53pm
Fantastic Lore: Is there a Wrapper in the House?
Jack the Wrapper was used to so many hands
groping him and admiring his paper art. It was
for a time a happy existence to please all with
his gifts of ‘wrap’ from his heart. But he’s had
many nightmares about the times when occasions
would cause folks to tear him apart. Holidays and
birthdays were the times when he was expected
to do his part.
He hadn’t truly cared for the constant back, and
forth of people adoring him, One minute holding
in high esteem and the next tearing him in sections
of varying...
groping him and admiring his paper art. It was
for a time a happy existence to please all with
his gifts of ‘wrap’ from his heart. But he’s had
many nightmares about the times when occasions
would cause folks to tear him apart. Holidays and
birthdays were the times when he was expected
to do his part.
He hadn’t truly cared for the constant back, and
forth of people adoring him, One minute holding
in high esteem and the next tearing him in sections
of varying...
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Sar_Val
Poem Published
24th Aug 2014 5:56pm
24th Aug 2014 5:56pm
things change in one second~
There had been screams for hours. It seemed to be that her pain would not end any time soon. So many months ago it was that she gave us all the wonderfully scary news that changed everyone's lives.
"Hang in there sweetie, just a little bit more" cheerful words from everyone to give her strength. I was the only one to not cheer up for her. Sitting in the corner of that white room that had more people than it could bear.
Thinking back to all the nights I held her in my arms telling her not to surrender her life,...
"Hang in there sweetie, just a little bit more" cheerful words from everyone to give her strength. I was the only one to not cheer up for her. Sitting in the corner of that white room that had more people than it could bear.
Thinking back to all the nights I held her in my arms telling her not to surrender her life,...
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rabbitquest
Poem Published
24th Aug 2014 5:59am
24th Aug 2014 5:59am
GOOGLE GUN
the trigger was pulled and now I'm....
...wondering about that google bullet inside
It activated Google map services
A large red light appeared
and a female robot voice spoke,
" Good afternoon, sir, would this be a robbery,
or an act of self defence against a robber?"
Well, that startled me. A while back,
I had paid a little extra for the Google bullets
...
...wondering about that google bullet inside
It activated Google map services
A large red light appeared
and a female robot voice spoke,
" Good afternoon, sir, would this be a robbery,
or an act of self defence against a robber?"
Well, that startled me. A while back,
I had paid a little extra for the Google bullets
...
55 reads
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BoFantastic
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2014 5:01am
23rd Aug 2014 5:01am
Black Audio
Black Audio
Quizzle talk, the language of Galdor, my raven friend is how I'm getting rich.
I make mad brain beats and instrumentals to his eerie haunting vocals serenading
the subconscious of my unsuspecting listeners who peruse my free music web page
and foolishly download and listen to my subliminal commands, generously augmenting
my Paypal account through exotically coerced donations. If you dancing to my
shit, you paying me for it. Right Galdor? Quizzle talking genius!
I don't feed the raven. Nature dictates the creature gather his own ...
Quizzle talk, the language of Galdor, my raven friend is how I'm getting rich.
I make mad brain beats and instrumentals to his eerie haunting vocals serenading
the subconscious of my unsuspecting listeners who peruse my free music web page
and foolishly download and listen to my subliminal commands, generously augmenting
my Paypal account through exotically coerced donations. If you dancing to my
shit, you paying me for it. Right Galdor? Quizzle talking genius!
I don't feed the raven. Nature dictates the creature gather his own ...
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Pishashee
Poem Published
21st Aug 2014 4:00pm
21st Aug 2014 4:00pm
to the soulful
the color of his hair,
the shape of his eyes,
listening sweetly
as the wind’s
sovereign hunger
lingers overlong,
erecting man’s
great work of devotion
that rends the time awry;
I'm in love with the
weakness of his soulful song.
the shape of his eyes,
listening sweetly
as the wind’s
sovereign hunger
lingers overlong,
erecting man’s
great work of devotion
that rends the time awry;
I'm in love with the
weakness of his soulful song.
64 reads
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cmspitz
Spitz
Spitz
Poem Published
21st Aug 2014 3:43am
21st Aug 2014 3:43am
A Tragic Comedy
Creak
Light
Pain
Creak
Dark
Footsteps
Weight added
Creak
Drifting
Light
Roused
Creak
Pain
Dazed
Stumbling
Searching
Dressing
Packing
"Where are you going?"
"We are leaving."
"Why?"
"Hell is about to break lose."
"Are you crazy?"
"You know the answer."
"Why do I have to go too?"
"I would get lonely."
...
Light
Pain
Creak
Dark
Footsteps
Weight added
Creak
Drifting
Light
Roused
Creak
Pain
Dazed
Stumbling
Searching
Dressing
Packing
"Where are you going?"
"We are leaving."
"Why?"
"Hell is about to break lose."
"Are you crazy?"
"You know the answer."
"Why do I have to go too?"
"I would get lonely."
...
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MsRockyJackson
Poem Published
21st Aug 2014 00:58am
21st Aug 2014 00:58am
Dancer of The Night
She works all night till the sun rises,
She dances in the sheets at night for about an hour,
They all shower her with green bills,
She spins and twirls for her life.
She is the mistress of dusk,
She is the temptress men love,
She is the seductress women hate,
She is the lover of the twilight,
She is the dancer of the night.
White walls all around her as the lights shine in her eyes.
She don't look at anyone's face as she keeps her eyes on the wall.
She's pretty tall in those stelitto heels;
She fixes her make up as she wipes the tears away,...
She dances in the sheets at night for about an hour,
They all shower her with green bills,
She spins and twirls for her life.
She is the mistress of dusk,
She is the temptress men love,
She is the seductress women hate,
She is the lover of the twilight,
She is the dancer of the night.
White walls all around her as the lights shine in her eyes.
She don't look at anyone's face as she keeps her eyes on the wall.
She's pretty tall in those stelitto heels;
She fixes her make up as she wipes the tears away,...
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RedeemingMisfit
Poem Published
20th Aug 2014 5:40pm
20th Aug 2014 5:40pm
Stranger!
She sits alone. No one approaches her, they watch with cautious interest but they don't make a move towards her. Her hair cascades dark down her back, her make up is black and makes her green eyes shine through more clear then any surface. Water in her eyes run slowly down her cheeks pulling her make up with it smearing a cloudy line down her porcelain face. No one sees her tears though they are hidden by her hair by her pride by her lies of 'I'm Okay'. The sleeves of her hoodie are down her arm the cuff held at her knuckles. Pain Sears she knows what it is from. If only someone else did....
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ScottSF21
Poem Published
18th Aug 2014 6:39pm
18th Aug 2014 6:39pm
5pm, on the bus.
He’s coming back, The driver’s coming back” a voice said.
“The driver had just gone to help someone who broke down, their car stopped right in front of us it would seem “ ,another voice explained.
Our driver is boarding back onto the bus but fear is hitting us as another man is joining him. The man is holding a knife to our driver’s back. WE’RE BEING HELD AT KNIFEPOINT! WE’RE BEING HIJACKED! The man is standing stiff as a corpse ,his red painted face bent out of shape by his crooked smile. Dread is starting to seep into our bones like a cold fog.
Three...
“The driver had just gone to help someone who broke down, their car stopped right in front of us it would seem “ ,another voice explained.
Our driver is boarding back onto the bus but fear is hitting us as another man is joining him. The man is holding a knife to our driver’s back. WE’RE BEING HELD AT KNIFEPOINT! WE’RE BEING HIJACKED! The man is standing stiff as a corpse ,his red painted face bent out of shape by his crooked smile. Dread is starting to seep into our bones like a cold fog.
Three...
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HowlingHeart
Poem Published
18th Aug 2014 7:12am
18th Aug 2014 7:12am
just something i wrote for a compatition tell me what you think
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels (Page 2)