Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
CowMan
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2014 00:55am
2nd Aug 2014 00:55am
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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m_L
Poem Published
1st Aug 2014 3:09am
1st Aug 2014 3:09am
Teddy Bears - Chapter One
Chapter One
It was a Thursday; I woke up at ten. I didn't have a reason to get myself up earlier on account I had nothing to wake up for, I didn't work and wasn't supposed to see anybody until later on. In the entirety of us living in that apartment I hardly ever tried finding work because I didn't drive and I thought that dad had to use the car more (when he could) for his little jobs (when he could). I wanted to work, I wanted to do something, have my own money and being able to support myself if I ever needed to; it wasn't like I enjoyed not having major...
It was a Thursday; I woke up at ten. I didn't have a reason to get myself up earlier on account I had nothing to wake up for, I didn't work and wasn't supposed to see anybody until later on. In the entirety of us living in that apartment I hardly ever tried finding work because I didn't drive and I thought that dad had to use the car more (when he could) for his little jobs (when he could). I wanted to work, I wanted to do something, have my own money and being able to support myself if I ever needed to; it wasn't like I enjoyed not having major...
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Pishashee
Poem Published
29th Jul 2014 6:40am
29th Jul 2014 6:40am
The Kindred Weeping Night
The kindred weeping night,
is where a seraph cast its wings,
and in shadows of the light
a catcher finds the dream.
I fell into the blackness,
I screamed, and screamed, and screamed,
I watched him gather up the sow
and bathe the fetus clean,
he silted it in lemon curd
down by the river’s edge,
I lay there weeping soul to him,
weeping him poems, long washed
in tailored stream, and sunsets
of antimatter and loomed memory
that shunts reality; oft it bled,
is it a pain worth reading;
the...
is where a seraph cast its wings,
and in shadows of the light
a catcher finds the dream.
I fell into the blackness,
I screamed, and screamed, and screamed,
I watched him gather up the sow
and bathe the fetus clean,
he silted it in lemon curd
down by the river’s edge,
I lay there weeping soul to him,
weeping him poems, long washed
in tailored stream, and sunsets
of antimatter and loomed memory
that shunts reality; oft it bled,
is it a pain worth reading;
the...
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Pishashee
Poem Published
28th Jul 2014 11:37am
28th Jul 2014 11:37am
Plato's Cave # 45^4
The cave was long
and dark within;
he placed the mint
leaves on the
persimmon scent
and musk, to block
the spiders from
nibbling on the
dainty drops of
the blinded honey,
until he returned.
and dark within;
he placed the mint
leaves on the
persimmon scent
and musk, to block
the spiders from
nibbling on the
dainty drops of
the blinded honey,
until he returned.
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Pishashee
Poem Published
27th Jul 2014 9:42am
27th Jul 2014 9:42am
Anthropic Lamentation
In a twisted lament of nakedness, Klotho was bored.
Daphne was board once; I heard that she started
barking at a tree nymph that was resting on her laurels.
“Cut it out you smartasses!” ― Atropos
Daphne was board once; I heard that she started
barking at a tree nymph that was resting on her laurels.
“Cut it out you smartasses!” ― Atropos
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Pishashee
Poem Published
25th Jul 2014 6:36am
25th Jul 2014 6:36am
From Where Came the Night
Tell me what you know of the night,
of the moons and stars and magnetic rain,
of the ambient explosion of a carbon 12 atom,
and from where and which direction it came;
tell me what you know of the night.
Tell me what you know of the rain,
anthropic discord in abundant atmosphere,
percipient molecules of a troposphere phase,
hydrotherapy in essence of earth’s lovely grain;
tell me what you know of the rain. ...
of the moons and stars and magnetic rain,
of the ambient explosion of a carbon 12 atom,
and from where and which direction it came;
tell me what you know of the night.
Tell me what you know of the rain,
anthropic discord in abundant atmosphere,
percipient molecules of a troposphere phase,
hydrotherapy in essence of earth’s lovely grain;
tell me what you know of the rain. ...
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xXShatteredHeartXx
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2014 10:15pm
23rd Jul 2014 10:15pm
Aother Lost Soul Chapter 2
I got up and peeked out into the hall to see if my mom was around. The sound of a pan falling on the floor proved that she was nowhere around. I ran into the bathroom and started to clean the cut then stepped into the shower to wash off the evidence of what happened today. When I got out, I looked in the mirror and froze. The person standing back at me looked different. My shoulders were shaking. My eyes were a little red from crying but they also looked a little darker than normal. The knock on the door pulled me back to life.
"Amaris, supper is ready." My mom said on the other...
"Amaris, supper is ready." My mom said on the other...
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m_L
Poem Published
17th Jul 2014 1:53am
17th Jul 2014 1:53am
Teddy Bears "Prologue"
In Redford, Massachusetts I lived with my dad in an apartment, the second floor apartment of a two-story building that was just a few streets away from the beach, or “the fort” which is what it's been called as long as I've been alive. (It's a popular beach)
We moved there a few months after I turned twenty, after dad ended up selling our nice red little house in the center of town, a beautiful original, a spacious home with two floors and everything else a family would need if a family ever lived there besides a backyard; that place only had a cement square and a rectangular patch...
We moved there a few months after I turned twenty, after dad ended up selling our nice red little house in the center of town, a beautiful original, a spacious home with two floors and everything else a family would need if a family ever lived there besides a backyard; that place only had a cement square and a rectangular patch...
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blocat
Poem Published
13th Jul 2014 00:35am
13th Jul 2014 00:35am
Forever Helpful
I wrote a much longer version of this story called Bang on Time but then I had to submit a story in 250 words or less for a competition.I edited it right down so it's even short enough for Rain to read ;-)
Ahmed, the bomb maker, and his handler Azziz where to strike a blow for jihad; the death of a government minister no less and today was the day.
Aircol and Max Plc had developed a new fuel system for fighter planes and had built a new wing to accommodate it. Ahmed and his co worker old John were the maintenance engineers and had built the platform and installed the...
Ahmed, the bomb maker, and his handler Azziz where to strike a blow for jihad; the death of a government minister no less and today was the day.
Aircol and Max Plc had developed a new fuel system for fighter planes and had built a new wing to accommodate it. Ahmed and his co worker old John were the maintenance engineers and had built the platform and installed the...
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Captain
Poem Published
12th Jul 2014 8:29pm
12th Jul 2014 8:29pm
Dandelions
We marched through a field of dandelions
As the bodies of companions laid still.
The gun fire and explosions are over,
But we still have a long ways to march.
We must pass the smoky, damaged vehicles
And hot bomb shells in hopes that they will fade sooner.
We're a long ways from home.
The sun beamed its hot shine upon us remainders.
The war might be over,
But my nerves are worst than they were three hours ago.
Because this field is so vast that it never ends.
I walk by each fallen hero who stands in the fields
Some waves to me. Others...
As the bodies of companions laid still.
The gun fire and explosions are over,
But we still have a long ways to march.
We must pass the smoky, damaged vehicles
And hot bomb shells in hopes that they will fade sooner.
We're a long ways from home.
The sun beamed its hot shine upon us remainders.
The war might be over,
But my nerves are worst than they were three hours ago.
Because this field is so vast that it never ends.
I walk by each fallen hero who stands in the fields
Some waves to me. Others...
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Pishashee
Poem Published
12th Jul 2014 8:56am
12th Jul 2014 8:56am
Timeless
Time is imperishable,
a decadence with an
unexceptional flatness,
nuanced to a glimpse
of macramé swinging
through the nothingness,
The mind was hushed,
there was the soft
sound of thunder, quieted
the lord of all worlds,
where the whole is endless,
as the details cease to exist.
a decadence with an
unexceptional flatness,
nuanced to a glimpse
of macramé swinging
through the nothingness,
The mind was hushed,
there was the soft
sound of thunder, quieted
the lord of all worlds,
where the whole is endless,
as the details cease to exist.
88 reads
9 Comments
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