Fictional Prose
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
This category is for fictional prose. These are original short stories or chapters from books and novels. The prose in this section covers all genres and subjects. Fiction based prose allows writers to post fantasy stories which are not written in verse, providing an outlet for free flowing thoughts and ideas, outside of poetic structure.
Cipher_O
Poem Published
Today 2:14am
Today 2:14am
A Suicide of Crows (Ch6)
Chapter Six
I
They say the leaning Tower
of Pisa leans a bit more, with
the passing of the days,
sinking further and further
into unsound ground.
Radiant complexion illuminated
by pale moonlight, Apolline,
dressed in the style of Liz/Beth,
this being the style of a lady
of the night, dressed, just right.
From not so mellow stilettos
To
Third eye which glows. Shining
From her head to her
Toes.
II
Standing tippy toe over the guard
rail,...
I
They say the leaning Tower
of Pisa leans a bit more, with
the passing of the days,
sinking further and further
into unsound ground.
Radiant complexion illuminated
by pale moonlight, Apolline,
dressed in the style of Liz/Beth,
this being the style of a lady
of the night, dressed, just right.
From not so mellow stilettos
To
Third eye which glows. Shining
From her head to her
Toes.
II
Standing tippy toe over the guard
rail,...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch5)
Chapter Five
I
Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.
Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.
She smoked the toad.
The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.
II
Such a full bodied smoke.
A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to...
I
Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.
Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.
She smoked the toad.
The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.
II
Such a full bodied smoke.
A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch4)
Chapter Four
I
Siberian Taiga
Those trees could’ve predated
the Sequoia and Redwoods of
California, a congregation
of sentinels.
An ink abyss of sky towered
above the festivities.
Aisik [From Nivkh "ais" meaning
gold] took a big slug of vodka,
then another, his sister pulling
a lit torch from outta nowhere,
held it close, as he blew the
second swig of vodka into the
flames.
Sending a burst of light
into the night.
II
The whole clan...
I
Siberian Taiga
Those trees could’ve predated
the Sequoia and Redwoods of
California, a congregation
of sentinels.
An ink abyss of sky towered
above the festivities.
Aisik [From Nivkh "ais" meaning
gold] took a big slug of vodka,
then another, his sister pulling
a lit torch from outta nowhere,
held it close, as he blew the
second swig of vodka into the
flames.
Sending a burst of light
into the night.
II
The whole clan...
#shadows
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 1:59am
10th Apr 2025 1:59am
The Moon and Memories
Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I had done what I always wanted to do with him.
Generally, with these stories, you have to go all the way to the beginning. But how we began had nothing to do with now or shape what we had done at the end. So, I'm just going to bring you back to the last quarter of my and Devin's friendship.
It was on Thursday night. I remember it very clearly because that night, I was out...
Generally, with these stories, you have to go all the way to the beginning. But how we began had nothing to do with now or shape what we had done at the end. So, I'm just going to bring you back to the last quarter of my and Devin's friendship.
It was on Thursday night. I remember it very clearly because that night, I was out...
#dirty
#orgasm
#sensual
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missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
Silent Silkworms
I fell asleep
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#nightmares
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 3:06pm
9th Apr 2025 3:06pm
A Suicide of Crows (CH3)
Chapter 3
I
Aokigahara Forest
Down a well worn pathway,
through a sea of trees,
past hanging baby dolls
and suicide camping spots,
Roshi sat on the forest
floor by a tree which seemed
to have fallen over the
edge of the world, holding
a journal with The Site
logo drawn on the cover,
a sigil thought to be
created by The Owner,
received for moderator
status.
She had no trouble
getting on the Blue Bus
to Netherwood.
Like many on the site, she ...
I
Aokigahara Forest
Down a well worn pathway,
through a sea of trees,
past hanging baby dolls
and suicide camping spots,
Roshi sat on the forest
floor by a tree which seemed
to have fallen over the
edge of the world, holding
a journal with The Site
logo drawn on the cover,
a sigil thought to be
created by The Owner,
received for moderator
status.
She had no trouble
getting on the Blue Bus
to Netherwood.
Like many on the site, she ...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 1:15pm
8th Apr 2025 1:15pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch2)
Chapter Two
I
He looked like the creepy dude in
phantasm, dressed in all black
suit, tie, hat.
He liked to stand in the
mirror with the muted light
of the sun setting into
the edge of the world.
The interplay of light and
shadows popped in his
synapses, making him
feel alive.
He felt he could read
and heal his own aura.
Something he developed through
his writing experiments, learned
on The Site.
He learned so much from The Site.
II
...
I
He looked like the creepy dude in
phantasm, dressed in all black
suit, tie, hat.
He liked to stand in the
mirror with the muted light
of the sun setting into
the edge of the world.
The interplay of light and
shadows popped in his
synapses, making him
feel alive.
He felt he could read
and heal his own aura.
Something he developed through
his writing experiments, learned
on The Site.
He learned so much from The Site.
II
...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 1:13pm
8th Apr 2025 1:13pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch1)
Chapter One
I
The sun, moving over the edge
of the world, a cool suffuses
upon my skin, verging on a chill.
Kind of like the chill I got
the moment I heard.
They were successful.
Successful in their endeavor:
To the Stars.
One newspaper called it “a
grotesque scene of
suicide and strange beliefs.”
Another paper, a national
print, had a front page
headline that read:
A Suicide of Crows.
Picture the scene.
A group of poets that all...
I
The sun, moving over the edge
of the world, a cool suffuses
upon my skin, verging on a chill.
Kind of like the chill I got
the moment I heard.
They were successful.
Successful in their endeavor:
To the Stars.
One newspaper called it “a
grotesque scene of
suicide and strange beliefs.”
Another paper, a national
print, had a front page
headline that read:
A Suicide of Crows.
Picture the scene.
A group of poets that all...
#shadows
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 10:58am
8th Apr 2025 10:58am
Sacrifice Or Gift?
The difference between a sacrifice and a gift.
Is that one of them could end up fire lit.
A gift is something you give out of kindness.
Something you put a lot of thought onto.
And something that can come late.
But once you see the joy on their faces,you can both relate.
A gift is handled and made with care.
And it has a red ribbon,very fair.
A sacrifice is like cutting your own hair.
And they say hair holds memories.
It's like cutting off a memory you held onto.
And doing something you might later regret.
...
Is that one of them could end up fire lit.
A gift is something you give out of kindness.
Something you put a lot of thought onto.
And something that can come late.
But once you see the joy on their faces,you can both relate.
A gift is handled and made with care.
And it has a red ribbon,very fair.
A sacrifice is like cutting your own hair.
And they say hair holds memories.
It's like cutting off a memory you held onto.
And doing something you might later regret.
...
#dark
#hope
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 10:59am
7th Apr 2025 10:59am
Memories
It was almost buried in the sand.
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
#hope
#memorial
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 7:41pm
6th Apr 2025 7:41pm
Game of Pohms (CH6)
Chapter Six
I
So much has happened so fast.
Hyper accelerated revolutions
of heart and soul.
The moments of death and rebirth.
How the singing spring has a way
of activating butterflies to fly, streams
to dream, scenes to be seen,
How many times I have been in
that place.
That place of shipwreck, precariously
existing between two vertigo inducing
dimensions, that of height, that of
depth.
No bullshittin…
I remember waking up in a drunk
tank, not...
I
So much has happened so fast.
Hyper accelerated revolutions
of heart and soul.
The moments of death and rebirth.
How the singing spring has a way
of activating butterflies to fly, streams
to dream, scenes to be seen,
How many times I have been in
that place.
That place of shipwreck, precariously
existing between two vertigo inducing
dimensions, that of height, that of
depth.
No bullshittin…
I remember waking up in a drunk
tank, not...
#shadows
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 10:58am
5th Apr 2025 10:58am
Power Of Hate
Hate is certainly a strong emotion.
It doesn't take much effort,but devotion.
It's like you are going through the motions.
And a black mist blinds you.
It doesn't let you think straight.
And it's easy for it to find you.
Maybe it's like a dark cloud in the sky.
That can spread,no matter how or why.
Maybe a black mask,facade.
To something so much deeper.
Maybe it's our demons.
Dark instead of covered in glitter.
The taste of hate is strong and bitter.
It can be hard to shake it off.
It feels like...
It doesn't take much effort,but devotion.
It's like you are going through the motions.
And a black mist blinds you.
It doesn't let you think straight.
And it's easy for it to find you.
Maybe it's like a dark cloud in the sky.
That can spread,no matter how or why.
Maybe a black mask,facade.
To something so much deeper.
Maybe it's our demons.
Dark instead of covered in glitter.
The taste of hate is strong and bitter.
It can be hard to shake it off.
It feels like...
#anger
#dark
#frustration #hate
#frustration #hate
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