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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:37pm
Yesterday 11:37pm
Mississippi Moonshine Rebirth
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#rebirth
#heaven
27 reads
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:02pm
Yesterday 9:02pm
The Guide
Hiding from the drudgery of a wet Monday morning, I found myself in a crowded café using espresso rings to count sips as I absorbed caffeine. My, not quite there yet gaze, was still trying to reclaim lost sleep when it stumbled on a smiling face. I quickly placed my attention elsewhere to avoid further contact. But as always I caught myself looking back, 'an inquisitive nature' I said out loud, confirmation that the eyes were unknown and still looking. Strangely for me I began to feel at ease with the situation.
Never taking its eyes from mine it moved through the rush hour...
Never taking its eyes from mine it moved through the rush hour...
#fiction
21 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 8:40pm
16th Nov 2019 8:40pm
Art Takes Courage
#sex
#erotic
#money
#greed
#WilliamShakespeare
52 reads
6 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 2:29am
15th Nov 2019 2:29am
Peter Petunia and the Impotent Succubus (mom's in the garden, again)
Leaning against the lighthouse, mama Perl stared across the little bay directly below the cliff line, and beyond to the houses just a few miles away, the farther reaches of a colony from a calmer bay to the north of the jagged mess of rocks in water that adorned their view of the ocean. She knew that the moment she stepped into the doorway her son would be practically bursting out the door to go for the unwelcome running practice he swore he needed to do.
Little Violet would no doubt would no doubt scramble out of the stairwell to hug her, as though she was gone under there for...
Little Violet would no doubt would no doubt scramble out of the stairwell to hug her, as though she was gone under there for...
#family
#nature
#magic
25 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 2:09am
14th Nov 2019 2:09am
When Love Calls (Chapter Eighteen)
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
“Are you into drug trafficking?”
Zaniyah sat up and fully turned around.
...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
“Are you into drug trafficking?”
Zaniyah sat up and fully turned around.
...
#passion
45 reads
2 Comments
Prometheus86
Justin
Justin
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 9:24pm
13th Nov 2019 9:24pm
Desire
Give me a beat and I'll eat it
Hand me a mic and I'll greet it
I'm complex like cold sweats
I'm out on the corner of grapevine and today
Where George Washingtons face
Was replaced with Kanyes on the f***ing quarter
Causing mass paranoia and disorder
So I cut off his face
And sent it as a stocking stuffer to my lawyer
This is the year 3000
And our f***ing president is Kim Kardashian
Been used and abused too deep
Throat corrosive STD
Pus pockets a positive ID
Streetview world map
Driving through a schizophrenic warpath ...
Hand me a mic and I'll greet it
I'm complex like cold sweats
I'm out on the corner of grapevine and today
Where George Washingtons face
Was replaced with Kanyes on the f***ing quarter
Causing mass paranoia and disorder
So I cut off his face
And sent it as a stocking stuffer to my lawyer
This is the year 3000
And our f***ing president is Kim Kardashian
Been used and abused too deep
Throat corrosive STD
Pus pockets a positive ID
Streetview world map
Driving through a schizophrenic warpath ...
#fate
22 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 2:48pm
11th Nov 2019 2:48pm
Beauty Makes Good Propaganda
#love
#porn
#art
#feminism
#WilliamShakespeare
57 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 9:34pm
10th Nov 2019 9:34pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Seventeen)
#passion
46 reads
4 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
10th Nov 2019 2:32pm
10th Nov 2019 2:32pm
BOOK of words- Chapter 5
Chapter 5, Journey
When noon sank in and all hills lay quietly sleeping in a sandy coloured distance , it was time to start our journey. The pack was gathered around as six SilverWolves took their place in front of the coach . These were Yaeger and Noadi in the lead. Being that they both had a gift of sight, Noadi having inner sights and yaeger having a hunters vision. She could register the slightest change in the air. Next in line were Onyx and Yanni, a red wolf from a distant native tribe which had been adopted by the clan long ago. Yanni had a super natural smell and he spoke...
When noon sank in and all hills lay quietly sleeping in a sandy coloured distance , it was time to start our journey. The pack was gathered around as six SilverWolves took their place in front of the coach . These were Yaeger and Noadi in the lead. Being that they both had a gift of sight, Noadi having inner sights and yaeger having a hunters vision. She could register the slightest change in the air. Next in line were Onyx and Yanni, a red wolf from a distant native tribe which had been adopted by the clan long ago. Yanni had a super natural smell and he spoke...
#spiritual
#mythology
#magic
43 reads
4 Comments
sunsettown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 8:34pm
4th Nov 2019 8:34pm
six strings to heaven
i'm not sure what it is
but there's something about
the stubble and worn out look
sunshade in the eyes
under a faded stetson hackberry hat
with a battered pair of handmade boots
in a dusty desert land
and that six string playing under your skin
but there's something about
the stubble and worn out look
sunshade in the eyes
under a faded stetson hackberry hat
with a battered pair of handmade boots
in a dusty desert land
and that six string playing under your skin
#countryside
97 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
3rd Nov 2019 4:10pm
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#WilliamShakespeare
#curse
68 reads
3 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 11:20pm
2nd Nov 2019 11:20pm
Public Relations
She lingers in the steady stream from the shower to wash away the remnants of a marathon day. There is nothing fancy about the room, but it is clean. And luxuriously quiet. No kids for a change. Not only do these gigs allow her the chance to get a decent sound sleep, but the organizers secure and finance her lodgings for the appearance.
These conventions get pretty intense. Her wrist still aches from scrawling autographs for the many fans that have come to meet her in the flesh. And the constant parade of flashing cameras has left her jaw feeling a little sore from all the...
These conventions get pretty intense. Her wrist still aches from scrawling autographs for the many fans that have come to meet her in the flesh. And the constant parade of flashing cameras has left her jaw feeling a little sore from all the...
#fiction
#PopCulture
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