Fictional Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Pierre Meets a Familiar
The creature was standing right next to him and gestured what looked like a salute. To check whether he was just tipsy, Pierre formed a circle with the thumb and little finger of his left hand, then at arms length and with one stroke, put the index finger of his right hand through the circle. He smiled and looked at tabby-face and spoke out "Meowr."
The creature told him, "Come on, Pierre, the crowd is magnificent! Everything they do is osculum infame, a homage to the devil!"
"Tell me, who bears your protuberance?"
"Familiar secret, besides you look like a witch...
The creature told him, "Come on, Pierre, the crowd is magnificent! Everything they do is osculum infame, a homage to the devil!"
"Tell me, who bears your protuberance?"
"Familiar secret, besides you look like a witch...
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Her Plan (continuation of The Witch)
She saunters away from the victim
Not even bothering to look back
But why would she look back?
He means nothing to her
Just a way to improve herself
He's nothing more than a strategy for her to gain power
But then why does she not want to hurt him?
She expels the thought from her mind
She just needs to continue with her plan
And get over what ever second thoughts haunt her head
Finally she reaches her destination
The experimental room
Where she draws the vile of his blood from her pocket
She sticks the needle into her arm
Putting his...
Not even bothering to look back
But why would she look back?
He means nothing to her
Just a way to improve herself
He's nothing more than a strategy for her to gain power
But then why does she not want to hurt him?
She expels the thought from her mind
She just needs to continue with her plan
And get over what ever second thoughts haunt her head
Finally she reaches her destination
The experimental room
Where she draws the vile of his blood from her pocket
She sticks the needle into her arm
Putting his...
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The Witch
Dark tendrils exit her finger tips
As if she is commanding the darkness herself
Her blood red eyes flitting around the room
Seeking, searching
For what, or whom?
Then they reach him
Looking intensly at him
She stalks over to him
Taking her time, a predator stalking its prey
Waiting for the right time to attack
He stands there,
Spellbound by her
Frozen, as if his feet are trapped in ice
Terror speads across his pretty face
His dark hair, which was once short, is long and hanging in his eyes
Grease causing his hair to shine
His...
As if she is commanding the darkness herself
Her blood red eyes flitting around the room
Seeking, searching
For what, or whom?
Then they reach him
Looking intensly at him
She stalks over to him
Taking her time, a predator stalking its prey
Waiting for the right time to attack
He stands there,
Spellbound by her
Frozen, as if his feet are trapped in ice
Terror speads across his pretty face
His dark hair, which was once short, is long and hanging in his eyes
Grease causing his hair to shine
His...
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ThE AppEaSeR..
The daughter of a King asked her Father one day..’
..’Father..
Why is it we having so many in our Kingdom
That we all must write and speak the same language?..
There are many having traveled from distant lands
That seem to be at a disadvantage
Bringing with them their own ways and customs
Is it fair that they must learn our ways
In order to share in the success of our Kingdom?..’
The King being of a kind and just sort
Placed his daughter on his lap
And began to tell his sweet angel a story..
..’Dear daughter of mine.....
..’Father..
Why is it we having so many in our Kingdom
That we all must write and speak the same language?..
There are many having traveled from distant lands
That seem to be at a disadvantage
Bringing with them their own ways and customs
Is it fair that they must learn our ways
In order to share in the success of our Kingdom?..’
The King being of a kind and just sort
Placed his daughter on his lap
And began to tell his sweet angel a story..
..’Dear daughter of mine.....
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The Remembrance Rocks
The Remembrance Rocks
The Remembrance Rocks
C. CharlaX Sandburg
random twin ideas
OR
fresh off the shelf
no quote but grist off the mill
this book is bout fish and fishermen
not sure iff it fits my own today theme
Valentines approaches Romeo in the East is Juliet
“Cool Hand” CharlaX
OR
Luke is not my Father
gettin in my write mind
getting my mind write boss
shakin it in the bush here boss
no fair to rhyme the same word twice is cheating in poetry
no failure to communicate
the twisty yellow brook road my fate
excuse...
The Remembrance Rocks
C. CharlaX Sandburg
random twin ideas
OR
fresh off the shelf
no quote but grist off the mill
this book is bout fish and fishermen
not sure iff it fits my own today theme
Valentines approaches Romeo in the East is Juliet
“Cool Hand” CharlaX
OR
Luke is not my Father
gettin in my write mind
getting my mind write boss
shakin it in the bush here boss
no fair to rhyme the same word twice is cheating in poetry
no failure to communicate
the twisty yellow brook road my fate
excuse...
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ThE hEaRt aNd tHe MinD..
It so happen one day
by the side of slow running stream
fishing pole baited..
strung..
positioned..
lying in wait to snag that of which the Body had need..
the Heart said to the Mind
…’is it fair that we take the life of such a creature to maintain and merely dine?’
the Mind pondered the question
simply to ask one of its own..
…’what is not a creature of such that maintains its place under the sun?’
the Heart pounded as it pondered
hoping to dissuade the Mind before there be a tug on the line..
…’are not fruits and...
by the side of slow running stream
fishing pole baited..
strung..
positioned..
lying in wait to snag that of which the Body had need..
the Heart said to the Mind
…’is it fair that we take the life of such a creature to maintain and merely dine?’
the Mind pondered the question
simply to ask one of its own..
…’what is not a creature of such that maintains its place under the sun?’
the Heart pounded as it pondered
hoping to dissuade the Mind before there be a tug on the line..
…’are not fruits and...
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DoN’t LeT tHe DeViL kNoW!..
Erotic Rebecca..
the fairest of beauty..
and pleasing to touch
tongue of a snake..
not slithering and such
but much in the way bewitching
to whomever she host..
Man.
Woman.
truly matters not
Heart of a Harlot..
as a young woman taught..
…many different games on the Devil’s playground…
so happens one day
she desired to straighten and turn from such ways
only to have let another know..
..that to whom would cause such play of the game to unravel…
for that one told another
and...
the fairest of beauty..
and pleasing to touch
tongue of a snake..
not slithering and such
but much in the way bewitching
to whomever she host..
Man.
Woman.
truly matters not
Heart of a Harlot..
as a young woman taught..
…many different games on the Devil’s playground…
so happens one day
she desired to straighten and turn from such ways
only to have let another know..
..that to whom would cause such play of the game to unravel…
for that one told another
and...
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Juliet Today
It's about time that I tell someone about a broken girl named Juliet. As an adolescent, this shell of a being started a new hobby. You see this hobby was dangerous and required long sleeves. Not only did these long sleeves cover self-inflicted wounds of despair, but bruises caused by Lord Capulet. Now Lord and Lady Capulet were breaking the sacred "til death do us part," so Lord Capulet turned to bottles and beating. Poor little Juliet was left to fend for herself and her loved ones. She lived in fear of disappointment, abandonment, solitude, and shame. Whenever she sought refuge...
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babtism
the last time a god spoke to me
he held my head down a toilet and laughed" C.D.
to make god laugh is no small feat and worth any old soppy i'm sorry sobbing from the dying sinners he gets ad infinitum ad nauseum anyway, well and perhaps you pissed him off, did you spill his drink and laugh, kiss his girl magdalene, did he see this poem in my future and curse the birth of the word and you or did he know that having had my head plunged in a dirty bowl by my hostile mates after serious deliberate and whiskey provocation with raucous bellowed joy they howled to see me emerge...
he held my head down a toilet and laughed" C.D.
to make god laugh is no small feat and worth any old soppy i'm sorry sobbing from the dying sinners he gets ad infinitum ad nauseum anyway, well and perhaps you pissed him off, did you spill his drink and laugh, kiss his girl magdalene, did he see this poem in my future and curse the birth of the word and you or did he know that having had my head plunged in a dirty bowl by my hostile mates after serious deliberate and whiskey provocation with raucous bellowed joy they howled to see me emerge...
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ThE pRinCe Of VirTuE
The son of a King
of good measure and God fearing
dared himself upon a quest
to rid the world of all wrong doing..
he would start with the poor
making each equal to Kings
in his sight it could only be right
as the grace of the Lord had so planned for his destiny
it so happen one day on his want to survey
distant lands of which he would make such plan of change
while crossing a passing
strong winds and thunderous crashing
of tall timbers and limbs met the fate of all his companions..
after questioning of the Lord
and...
of good measure and God fearing
dared himself upon a quest
to rid the world of all wrong doing..
he would start with the poor
making each equal to Kings
in his sight it could only be right
as the grace of the Lord had so planned for his destiny
it so happen one day on his want to survey
distant lands of which he would make such plan of change
while crossing a passing
strong winds and thunderous crashing
of tall timbers and limbs met the fate of all his companions..
after questioning of the Lord
and...
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The Invisible Woman
He lifted the dress from the drawer. It was a long black polyester garment decorated with laser cut-outs across the shoulders and all around the skirt. The skirt lining glistened underneath and drew out the curly patterns of the matted cut-out fabric.
Lyla looked on as her father pressed the dress to his body, smoothing the soft fabric with the palm of his right hand. It gathered at the waist and reached to his knees. It felt nice. He laid the dress on the chair behind him. He stood silently, naked, gazing at the dress and then at the bra that lay in the drawer.
It was a...
Lyla looked on as her father pressed the dress to his body, smoothing the soft fabric with the palm of his right hand. It gathered at the waist and reached to his knees. It felt nice. He laid the dress on the chair behind him. He stood silently, naked, gazing at the dress and then at the bra that lay in the drawer.
It was a...
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ThE yOuNg PaiNtEr..
A young painter approached his mother then exclaimed..
‘I wish i could have been Leonardo Devinci..’
His mother chuckled a little and said..
‘what if I were to tell you that you were Leonardo at one time..
and now you are someone else? ..’
A grimaced look produced on the young man’s face and he all but lashed out..
‘mother! .. please spare me your mystic mumble jumble..
I mean that I want to be a world renowned artist..
one that the world looks up to and admires..’
Hearing her son’s longing desire she thought to ask..
‘which would you...
‘I wish i could have been Leonardo Devinci..’
His mother chuckled a little and said..
‘what if I were to tell you that you were Leonardo at one time..
and now you are someone else? ..’
A grimaced look produced on the young man’s face and he all but lashed out..
‘mother! .. please spare me your mystic mumble jumble..
I mean that I want to be a world renowned artist..
one that the world looks up to and admires..’
Hearing her son’s longing desire she thought to ask..
‘which would you...
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