Fictional Prose
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.
Mom
Mom I'm sorry I skipped school
I always wanted the best for you
Tryin to act grown
Just 15 acting 30 years old
I realized all you've been through
There's no way to thank you
I'm sorry for always blaming you
The world was against me
Except you
I always wanted the best for you
Tryin to act grown
Just 15 acting 30 years old
I realized all you've been through
There's no way to thank you
I'm sorry for always blaming you
The world was against me
Except you
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president Punt
Written by rabbitquest
Poem Published 22nd June 2017 5:31pm
When President Punt gained the favour of the masses
He humbly accepted their gift of supreme leader for generations
By his second term his followers had elected statesmen who would die out of devotion
The triflesome constitution was amended to grant President Punt supreme leadership for himself
and all of his kinship for all time.
It then began the tedious process of tracing down internet IP addresses to flush out
and exterminate the evil doers that had lambasted him in the evil press of the past
to pillory them and hang them in every small town america...
He humbly accepted their gift of supreme leader for generations
By his second term his followers had elected statesmen who would die out of devotion
The triflesome constitution was amended to grant President Punt supreme leadership for himself
and all of his kinship for all time.
It then began the tedious process of tracing down internet IP addresses to flush out
and exterminate the evil doers that had lambasted him in the evil press of the past
to pillory them and hang them in every small town america...
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Interregnum 2
Written by Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published 20th June 2017 7:45pm
I - Memory Lane
LDG: It's good to stretch the legs again.
KC: The air is more pure too.
LDG: I remember you now! You attended my wedding!
KC: I did?
LDG: Remember? Everyone dressed up and you got drunk that night.
KC: Oh, I remember! Yeah, I never did that again.
LDG: Do you remember anything else?
KC: I mostly remember sending you paintings.
LDG: How many did you send again?
KC: Too many to count.
II - Questions
LDG: Did you ever felt happy in your former life?
KC: No, not really. I mean I had moments of happiness but most of...
LDG: It's good to stretch the legs again.
KC: The air is more pure too.
LDG: I remember you now! You attended my wedding!
KC: I did?
LDG: Remember? Everyone dressed up and you got drunk that night.
KC: Oh, I remember! Yeah, I never did that again.
LDG: Do you remember anything else?
KC: I mostly remember sending you paintings.
LDG: How many did you send again?
KC: Too many to count.
II - Questions
LDG: Did you ever felt happy in your former life?
KC: No, not really. I mean I had moments of happiness but most of...
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SHE NEVER LOOKED BACK
Written by peninnah
(Sanaa)
Poem Published 20th June 2017 5:10pm
He never imagined that someday,one day, a day, he would call and she will not answer,he would text and she would not reply.
He never imagined, that someday,one day, he would walk in and not find her "weak" ass lying on the couch waiting for him to come home.
He always thought she loved him too much.Needed him too much,to ever walk away.
Years went by and ah,he lied and cheated and made her cry.Afterall,she was always too eager to run back in big daddy's arms after another "baby I'll reform," lines.I mean!Who understands this,this bad boy charm on broken girls chemistry?! ...
He never imagined, that someday,one day, he would walk in and not find her "weak" ass lying on the couch waiting for him to come home.
He always thought she loved him too much.Needed him too much,to ever walk away.
Years went by and ah,he lied and cheated and made her cry.Afterall,she was always too eager to run back in big daddy's arms after another "baby I'll reform," lines.I mean!Who understands this,this bad boy charm on broken girls chemistry?! ...
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Interregnum 1
Written by Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published 20th June 2017 11:13am
wrote this several years ago. this is a story of a few people in a sort of limbo state here on earth after their deaths*
I - Past The Threshold
KC: The days of living are but a distant memory. The love I longed for never happened. I am now past the threshold... I wonder if this level... nevermind.
II - Conversations From The Open Grave
LDG: Hey.
KC: Where's that voice coming from?
LDG: Down here... in the Thinking Grave... where you can share your thoughts and vent with others.
Bob: How long have you been dead?
KC: For several days now....
I - Past The Threshold
KC: The days of living are but a distant memory. The love I longed for never happened. I am now past the threshold... I wonder if this level... nevermind.
II - Conversations From The Open Grave
LDG: Hey.
KC: Where's that voice coming from?
LDG: Down here... in the Thinking Grave... where you can share your thoughts and vent with others.
Bob: How long have you been dead?
KC: For several days now....
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Snob Angel
Written by Marks
Poem Published 19th June 2017 00:37am
.. ... ...
I have become an angel.
No faith. No youth. No enthusiasm. No candor.
Looking down on... reality.
There is no speculation about... the intellectual bridge I have crossed.
I know perfectly well that... a good deal of evidence would point to the conclusion...
... that I have been a perverse, ingenious spirit...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Snob... ... ... ...
Truths are revealed to me in such a way...
that I have the temerity to think that I am not link to reality,...
but rather sprang from...
I have become an angel.
No faith. No youth. No enthusiasm. No candor.
Looking down on... reality.
There is no speculation about... the intellectual bridge I have crossed.
I know perfectly well that... a good deal of evidence would point to the conclusion...
... that I have been a perverse, ingenious spirit...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Snob... ... ... ...
Truths are revealed to me in such a way...
that I have the temerity to think that I am not link to reality,...
but rather sprang from...
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Society
The scars that marked her body
Were titled rightly so
Only at her funeral did they finally show
The white scars left a mark of their own
To the people who witnessed the brutality shown
Some labeled Jessica who called her a whore
Another for Tom who had called her a bore
There were some labeled money for she had none
But the one titled society was by far the deepest one
Were titled rightly so
Only at her funeral did they finally show
The white scars left a mark of their own
To the people who witnessed the brutality shown
Some labeled Jessica who called her a whore
Another for Tom who had called her a bore
There were some labeled money for she had none
But the one titled society was by far the deepest one
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Butter (Mr. Mouthwash'es First Dream)
Written by Moonfire-Lark
Poem Published 16th June 2017 2:13am
an excerpt from Celebratory Dreamscapes; Or Make Way For The Sandman!*
Now butter this way and butter that way and butter the sofas in between. Now everything is ready. Yes, you better butter yourself up. You know. It's a butter party. Everything's covered in butter including the guests. Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone's buttered...
Hello. How are you? Are you ready for the party? Okay, take your clothes off and I'll butter you up. Well I have to... It's a butter party. Yes, butter is the main theme... That's it. Okay, now turn around. Is this making you uncomfortable?...
Now butter this way and butter that way and butter the sofas in between. Now everything is ready. Yes, you better butter yourself up. You know. It's a butter party. Everything's covered in butter including the guests. Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone's buttered...
Hello. How are you? Are you ready for the party? Okay, take your clothes off and I'll butter you up. Well I have to... It's a butter party. Yes, butter is the main theme... That's it. Okay, now turn around. Is this making you uncomfortable?...
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The Last Entry
Written by Gearigon
Poem Published 12th June 2017 10:38am
The history of the future of the Human race was stranger than some reality, and weirder than written fiction.
The Girl threw herself to the ground.
“I can’t no more,” she said.
She reached down and hauled the Girl to her feet as they ran.
“Yes’n you can honey child. Keep running.” Said the Woman.
She could hear them devil hounds ahind her a ways and coming on fast. Every now and again she could hear them men’s too. Them low down honkey’s a bayin and a yippin right along with them hounds like the den of hell, come to pursue.
They was a running through...
The Girl threw herself to the ground.
“I can’t no more,” she said.
She reached down and hauled the Girl to her feet as they ran.
“Yes’n you can honey child. Keep running.” Said the Woman.
She could hear them devil hounds ahind her a ways and coming on fast. Every now and again she could hear them men’s too. Them low down honkey’s a bayin and a yippin right along with them hounds like the den of hell, come to pursue.
They was a running through...
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More Lore: Just when it Seems...
Written by Poetikmind
Poem Published 9th June 2017 5:28pm
Reporters, and onlookers alike, were captivated by the inherent excitement
of the incredible scene. As 'Roscoe the Wino' looked into his bottle for answers
on what it was he's seen, and what it
all means.
Meanwhile String, was reveling in the
freedom of finally, and fully unleashing
his fury upon his banes of existence,
The Shoe's 'Platoon crew.' String, had begun spinning fast, and whipped
himself into a whirling cyclone.
picking up speed, dispersing his aglet
all over a small squad of big and little Shoes, yelling...
of the incredible scene. As 'Roscoe the Wino' looked into his bottle for answers
on what it was he's seen, and what it
all means.
Meanwhile String, was reveling in the
freedom of finally, and fully unleashing
his fury upon his banes of existence,
The Shoe's 'Platoon crew.' String, had begun spinning fast, and whipped
himself into a whirling cyclone.
picking up speed, dispersing his aglet
all over a small squad of big and little Shoes, yelling...
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The house
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published 8th June 2017 8:33am
This is a "drabble", a 100-word story.
The house was full of an empty yet endless pain, sunwashed in that sadistic bleaching way that peels wallpaper, rots floorboards, and refuses to allow quietude, peace. The house as I remember it was near a cliff edge, (as all such houses are), and had French windows in the living room, all the better for bringing in that burning light. I would hide in one of the upstairs bedrooms, but not those furthest from the horizon because despite everything I liked to stay within view of it, undistinguished as it was by other houses, streets, towns, people,...
The house was full of an empty yet endless pain, sunwashed in that sadistic bleaching way that peels wallpaper, rots floorboards, and refuses to allow quietude, peace. The house as I remember it was near a cliff edge, (as all such houses are), and had French windows in the living room, all the better for bringing in that burning light. I would hide in one of the upstairs bedrooms, but not those furthest from the horizon because despite everything I liked to stay within view of it, undistinguished as it was by other houses, streets, towns, people,...
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Watching You
Written by Somedayman
Poem Published 8th June 2017 1:24am
EXTREME CONTENT
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