Prose on Literotica

[Rybka]

When I first found Literotica I read every new story every day, but no poetry. I like 'dirty' stories, but not 'dirty' poems. I have yet to read an 'erotic' poem on Literotica that I wish that I had written (a 5). All my poems are non-prurient in content.

Eventually I checked out the poetry. - I am still not impressed by so-called 'erotic' poems, but I have come to enjoy/look forward to the poems of many of the poets who submit their work to this site, and particularly those who post on this forum.

Now I read all new poems and very few stories. However, there are a few prose authors whom I always check out. One such is:
Riven___Caulfield . His current work in progress is entitled "smokeSCREEN". It does not belong on Literotica. It should be a published work. He is a very good writer for someone of his age.

There are two or three other authors whose work I look forward to reading, but they currently have no new works posted.

If you like good prose as well as poetry, I suggest you read "smokeSCREEN" starting with: smokeSCREEN: bookONE

"Anything. He can light a cigarette without a match. He can understand animals – and they listen to him. He's... aware of everything. Do you understand? He proably knows what we're talking about right now."

"Pfffwhatever."

"I'm getting better at it, but I'm not as strong as him," she says.

"You're fulla shit!" Martha laughs – the others laugh too, and Crow nervously reaches for a cigarette.

And far away, we don't know that Brie leans into the green glow of a monitor and narrows her eyes. But I guarantee, we both have the same look on our faces when Crow's cigarette flares to life without aid of match or lighter. She takes a drag and looks down, her hair covering her face as a billow of smoke surrounds her. "Jesus Christ," Brie says.

I say. "How did you do that?":

"Same way Cypress could be listening," she says. "We accepted he didn't make us sick. We accepted him as a soldier. Let's accept this."

"You keep talkin', soon Cypress is gonna' be God," Martha huffs.

"No, that's not it," Crow shakes her head. "It's so simple – God is life. And we're alive. Just like everything else on Earth. Do ya get it?"

And somewhere far away Brie leans back from the monitor, covering her mouth, her eyes wide."

Read the entire story from the begining.



Regards,                       Rybka