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.
Mercurial
Poem Published
Today 8:56am
Today 8:56am
The Child's Father
The overwhelming power of the senses,
Strangling in a way that’s sweet,
The unseen father watching behind the scenes,
Enjoying his child playing with its toys still.
A dog in child’s clothing,
Clingy and needy of its master’s attentions,
With a cat’s eyes of mercy,
The father got caught in the web.
The child is the father,
The father is the child,
Usurping thrones like yin and yang,
But the father in the child was stronger.
After of eons of wrestling,
The child tricked the father,
To see the opposite...
Strangling in a way that’s sweet,
The unseen father watching behind the scenes,
Enjoying his child playing with its toys still.
A dog in child’s clothing,
Clingy and needy of its master’s attentions,
With a cat’s eyes of mercy,
The father got caught in the web.
The child is the father,
The father is the child,
Usurping thrones like yin and yang,
But the father in the child was stronger.
After of eons of wrestling,
The child tricked the father,
To see the opposite...
#confessional
#mystery
#ShortStory
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:03am
Yesterday 11:03am
Things I Love
I love the smell of fresh wind.
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
...
And the colors of red roses.
I love the feeling of happiness.
That not always decomposes.
A memory I had long ago.
That to this day I don't feel foul.
I love the taste of sweet cheesecake.
A cup of juice and a breakfast pancake.
I love the way the wind blows.
The way the leaves rustle.
And the night sky shows.
Maybe his laughter or smile.
That you can listen for a while.
I love the way my pen feels in my hand when I write my poems.
Or with the feather of a hen.
...
#motivational
#uplifting
#ValentinesDay
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ObliviousRay
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:12am
Yesterday 4:12am
Royal Blue
#funny
#seductive
#SelfReflection
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Thesilverymoon
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:09am
Yesterday 1:09am
Unfinished love letter. 14.02.25
Unfinished love letter
(A live document)
14 Feb 2025
Forgive me for sending this little expungement of a diary entry disguised as a love letter. Sent directly to you from the thought space (junk) of yours truly. Cathartic. Frothy. Semi-edited. Passionate. Ideas. Leaning themselves just over the dotted line of vague boundaries.
But maybe…just maybe….planting a seed…where nothing usually grows….to cultivate a small olive tree from which a single branch reaches out to you?
I hope you get the idea and that it’s...
(A live document)
14 Feb 2025
Forgive me for sending this little expungement of a diary entry disguised as a love letter. Sent directly to you from the thought space (junk) of yours truly. Cathartic. Frothy. Semi-edited. Passionate. Ideas. Leaning themselves just over the dotted line of vague boundaries.
But maybe…just maybe….planting a seed…where nothing usually grows….to cultivate a small olive tree from which a single branch reaches out to you?
I hope you get the idea and that it’s...
#breakup
#love
#ValentinesDay
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 10:53am
13th Feb 2025 10:53am
Childhood Tales
Do you remember the stories we were told as kids?
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
About evil monsters and witches.
Vile characters with wounds and stitches.
When we all sat near the fire.
And we listened to our parents tell us the stories.
Like the story of an evil witch.
That used to be a normal human like all of us,
The story of an evil monster.
Who wasn't actually always one.
It used to be a pure creature,driven to do evil by pain.
By trauma or a painful stain.
The way people treated him for it.
And the names they would give it.
And...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical #uplifting
#philosophical #uplifting
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
Secrets - A Boy's Longing For Mum
Email to Lana Holmes
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
#family
#mystery
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Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
Surprise! Part 3 (Next Morning)
#dirty
#erotic
#family
#orgasm
#sex
71 reads
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
10th Feb 2025 11:11am
Once Upon A Dream
I had a dream the other day.
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
It was about a cat from a dimension far away.
The cat was magical and true.
It had purple fur,too.
The cat had nine eyes.
With yellow,rich color.
It floats,not flies.
And her fur shines.
The name of the breed was certainly unique.
""Purple ,arabic cat"".
The breed was certainly magical.
And something from a story-like.
The cat appeared in front of me with a friendly face.
And purred,rubbing its face onto my legs.
Maybe the cat was a magical being. ...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 00:23am
10th Feb 2025 00:23am
Not A Book Worm
I moved into my new place of residence today
A lovely old wooden framed dwelling
With its own library
(I may become a book worm once ive settled!)
I should mention, that i don't own this property
And if the owners knew i was here
They would literally resort to any means to get me out
Even resorting to having me killed
So i keep a very low profile
Thus have moved into the loft
Hidden amongst the big oaken beams
I think i'm in luck
As i'm the only woodworm in the house!
by Jemia
A lovely old wooden framed dwelling
With its own library
(I may become a book worm once ive settled!)
I should mention, that i don't own this property
And if the owners knew i was here
They would literally resort to any means to get me out
Even resorting to having me killed
So i keep a very low profile
Thus have moved into the loft
Hidden amongst the big oaken beams
I think i'm in luck
As i'm the only woodworm in the house!
by Jemia
#funny
#nature
#philosophical
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:13pm
8th Feb 2025 11:13pm
Quiet, Human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules
"She's psychic!"
"There's no way she could be that intelligence. She's not special, she's not-"
Alia, with her eyes of depth that glow, is now under control. With her powers, she is like Mewtwo. She has control over the body and soul. The person who defied her, who put her down is now being manipulated into submission. Is now being shown the scary images of Alia's past.
"Make it stop!" They say.
"Quiet, human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules."
"STOP!"
Torture,...
"There's no way she could be that intelligence. She's not special, she's not-"
Alia, with her eyes of depth that glow, is now under control. With her powers, she is like Mewtwo. She has control over the body and soul. The person who defied her, who put her down is now being manipulated into submission. Is now being shown the scary images of Alia's past.
"Make it stop!" They say.
"Quiet, human. From now on, I am the one who makes the rules."
"STOP!"
Torture,...
#SelfReflection
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:07am
8th Feb 2025 8:07am
Alia Roams
In the serial killer's home, Alia roams.
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.
My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they...
#SelfReflection
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
7th Feb 2025 10:49am
Treasure Within
I think that everyone is a treasure.
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
Everyone is unique.
And when everybody is different,life is never bleak.
I see people as item filled treasure chests.
Quite literally,you could say.
Everyone's souls look a different way.
Some chests are full of rats.
And moldy cheese and fruit.
Some seem like they are filled with mold.
But are filled with the rarest treasures you've seen.
The ones who say they are filled with mold.
Can be the most different people you've seen.
I think that anyone could be a treasure. ...
#hope
#motivational
#philosophical
#prose
#uplifting
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