Least Read Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
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Bullshit Baffles Brains
Bombardier Bob Grice had been a sergeant then got himself busted (twice) down to the basic rank of gunner. His great character, initiative and natural low cunning had got him promoted again.
The big gruff Yorkshireman had grown up in a succession of orphanages and foster homes forcing him to become self reliant or, as one Sergeant Major had described him: “As sharp as a shit house rat and slicker than snot on a glass banister.”
Bob had joined the British Army in 1943 at the age of 18 and showed great promise in basic training. He had gone ashore on D day plus one with...
The big gruff Yorkshireman had grown up in a succession of orphanages and foster homes forcing him to become self reliant or, as one Sergeant Major had described him: “As sharp as a shit house rat and slicker than snot on a glass banister.”
Bob had joined the British Army in 1943 at the age of 18 and showed great promise in basic training. He had gone ashore on D day plus one with...
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Down Cast Dagda
Dagda hangs his head,
he has lost his crown,
his antlers.
Dagda hangs his head
in defeat.
He is old, and tired.
He is tired of raging war
against God,
the God of Israel.
He is tired of living a lie.
The spirit knows he is no god
and he can't compete against
the LORD.
Dagda said to his heart,
"Maybe it is time
for me to return
to the burial mound
into the earth,
make way for Christ
to come to Erin.
he has lost his crown,
his antlers.
Dagda hangs his head
in defeat.
He is old, and tired.
He is tired of raging war
against God,
the God of Israel.
He is tired of living a lie.
The spirit knows he is no god
and he can't compete against
the LORD.
Dagda said to his heart,
"Maybe it is time
for me to return
to the burial mound
into the earth,
make way for Christ
to come to Erin.
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Proud Morgan
Morgan
held her black head high
proud and defiant.
She refused to give up
to the missionary.
The goddess refuses
to submit to God.
It is not in her,
a Queen
to bow to the King of Kings.
She refused to give in
to The New Religion,
The New Way.
"Bring out the ravens,
bring out the crows,
let's make war,"
she said,
"I rather make war
then to fade away
into darkness.
held her black head high
proud and defiant.
She refused to give up
to the missionary.
The goddess refuses
to submit to God.
It is not in her,
a Queen
to bow to the King of Kings.
She refused to give in
to The New Religion,
The New Way.
"Bring out the ravens,
bring out the crows,
let's make war,"
she said,
"I rather make war
then to fade away
into darkness.
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Darkness embraces me
The Darkness flows
It flows
within me
Waiting for a chance
To get out
Of my head
It feeds on me from the inside as i live through the days en nights
The weeks flow by as golden rivers of spermicides
The ice castle forms itself
Slowly
Gaining power from the souls it darkens
It grows
First there was chaos
And fire
And chaos
The universal state of the universe was revolving around the fact
That it was revolving around itself
It grows
The trees thicken as i approach them
The leafs turn...
It flows
within me
Waiting for a chance
To get out
Of my head
It feeds on me from the inside as i live through the days en nights
The weeks flow by as golden rivers of spermicides
The ice castle forms itself
Slowly
Gaining power from the souls it darkens
It grows
First there was chaos
And fire
And chaos
The universal state of the universe was revolving around the fact
That it was revolving around itself
It grows
The trees thicken as i approach them
The leafs turn...
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Kiisha Marie (Test Story Pt. 1)
((A/N: This is simply the first two paragraphs of a story I am beginning to write. Please be honest with your comments. Let me know if there is anything I should change.))
The young wolf smiled lightly as she padded into the Lunar Cycle Wolf Den. This was her home, from the delicious, coppery scent of freshly killed venison to the thick, light brown, short furred bear pelts stacked in the storage room. She shook her body, her grey and burgundy fur threw water droplets across the entrance from the pouring rain outside. In a quick movement her bones broke, then slithered like snakes...
The young wolf smiled lightly as she padded into the Lunar Cycle Wolf Den. This was her home, from the delicious, coppery scent of freshly killed venison to the thick, light brown, short furred bear pelts stacked in the storage room. She shook her body, her grey and burgundy fur threw water droplets across the entrance from the pouring rain outside. In a quick movement her bones broke, then slithered like snakes...
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