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.
RomasVenti
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:35am
Yesterday 6:35am
A Walk Home
The wind feels like razor blades. Each touch of the breeze cutting straight the bone. Even the stars are hiding tonight, fearful of losing their light.
A dead silence lingers in the air. Man knows no comfort. Walking through the still wasteland, sliced, diced- Hungering for the gate beyond and the treasures promised.
The air- It wraps and weaves. Twists and whirls. Taking every bit of heat, warmth, and everything that keeps a man sane with it. He shivers to his core, bones rattling beneath visible breaths. Eyes forward, always upon the gate. Mind engaged, always upon the...
A dead silence lingers in the air. Man knows no comfort. Walking through the still wasteland, sliced, diced- Hungering for the gate beyond and the treasures promised.
The air- It wraps and weaves. Twists and whirls. Taking every bit of heat, warmth, and everything that keeps a man sane with it. He shivers to his core, bones rattling beneath visible breaths. Eyes forward, always upon the gate. Mind engaged, always upon the...
#hope
#dark
#nature
22 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:51am
Yesterday 00:51am
Rwanda Bound
Rwanda Bound
Rowena says, “Honey, I don’t want to ruffle your feathers after our romantic night of beer and potato chips over movies. However, do you recall that French was my major in college? In fact, it is my second language.”
Doug replies, “You know I am in complete agreement. We should watch more French movies instead of American cheese. So finally I will set up our satellite TV and we’ll watch Brigitte Bardot to our heart’s content. Of course, you will be my starlet Brigitte will just put us in the mood.”
“What I have in mind will be a cultural...
Rowena says, “Honey, I don’t want to ruffle your feathers after our romantic night of beer and potato chips over movies. However, do you recall that French was my major in college? In fact, it is my second language.”
Doug replies, “You know I am in complete agreement. We should watch more French movies instead of American cheese. So finally I will set up our satellite TV and we’ll watch Brigitte Bardot to our heart’s content. Of course, you will be my starlet Brigitte will just put us in the mood.”
“What I have in mind will be a cultural...
#love
#jealousy
#marriage
#Africa
#peace
13 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 11:52pm
25th Feb 2020 11:52pm
The View From The Top
rugged and bare moors set against a darkening sky
reddish-brown mills
fat pylons
farms and fields and valleys
Further on lay an austere three storey-house set on a mound, surrounded by statues and water fountains and a landscaped garden that overlooked the steep side hill leading down to river and to the abandoned factories and mills.
Based on a previous novel attempt set in the Lancashire and Yorkshire borders. Genre: Psychological Thriller
reddish-brown mills
fat pylons
farms and fields and valleys
Further on lay an austere three storey-house set on a mound, surrounded by statues and water fountains and a landscaped garden that overlooked the steep side hill leading down to river and to the abandoned factories and mills.
Based on a previous novel attempt set in the Lancashire and Yorkshire borders. Genre: Psychological Thriller
#countryside
#mystery
22 reads
4 Comments
Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
24th Feb 2020 4:36pm
24th Feb 2020 4:36pm
The Man Who Ran From Shadows
Ted Black looked out into the frosted distance, as the sun flared over the hills. It was mesmerising, he wondered if it would remain so, should he venture closer. He had spent too long hiding in rooms. He needed to move before the Shadows caught up with him.
He took the first train out of town. The floodplain sped passed a landscape of swollen rivers and lonesome chalk hills. Winter tore the leaves from beach avenues. The Shadows had been on his trail for years, and he had eluded them until now. They were close enough to smell his over-brushed teeth, yet he always managed to...
He took the first train out of town. The floodplain sped passed a landscape of swollen rivers and lonesome chalk hills. Winter tore the leaves from beach avenues. The Shadows had been on his trail for years, and he had eluded them until now. They were close enough to smell his over-brushed teeth, yet he always managed to...
#scifi
22 reads
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CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 4:41am
23rd Feb 2020 4:41am
Looking for the Sun
This is a story of the fight for survival. The fight to find light.
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
#sadness
#snow
#despair
#nightmares
#dystopian
40 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
Followed
When I step into the entrance hall, the same silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling.
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
#scary
#mystery
33 reads
4 Comments
RobynRenee
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 11:38pm
18th Feb 2020 11:38pm
Leah's doom
The pillow was pressed ever tighter against my face.
Try as I might, I could not gasp enough air.
I was dying.
I was being murdered.
But the hand holding the weapon was not that of an enemy, nor of a stranger.
It was of a friend, and even more intimate, a husband.
I knew he loved Rachel more. But I thought that it didn't matter.
I thought he could have us both.
And then I felt the life in my stomach kick and hiccup, and I realize why I must die.
I am with child, while Rachel is barren.
And neither my husband nor my sister, no matter how...
Try as I might, I could not gasp enough air.
I was dying.
I was being murdered.
But the hand holding the weapon was not that of an enemy, nor of a stranger.
It was of a friend, and even more intimate, a husband.
I knew he loved Rachel more. But I thought that it didn't matter.
I thought he could have us both.
And then I felt the life in my stomach kick and hiccup, and I realize why I must die.
I am with child, while Rachel is barren.
And neither my husband nor my sister, no matter how...
#jealousy
#sister
#death
37 reads
1 Comment
nicoleafterjana
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 1:29am
18th Feb 2020 1:29am
An Unfortunate Affair
According to the FBI, a sex-trafficking law enforcement operation in the region brought in 180 arrests during the 11 days leading up to the Super Bowl game. That puts Atlanta on the high end of the scale compared to arrests in other Super Bowl Cities. This is Carmen Turner with Channel 2 Action News more updates on this story at 11p.m.
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Emerson turned off the television in her room and prepared herself for the dinner party she was hosting in her four bedroom home tonight. She had been watching updates on the sex trafficking epidemic being that she worked in a...
♥♥♥
Emerson turned off the television in her room and prepared herself for the dinner party she was hosting in her four bedroom home tonight. She had been watching updates on the sex trafficking epidemic being that she worked in a...
#love
#women
#fiction #ShortStory
#fiction #ShortStory
21 reads
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spacemod69
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 4:43pm
17th Feb 2020 4:43pm
Separation
He looked her in the eye “I will miss you,” he said. “You have become a big part of my life.”
“I love you,” she said, shedding a tear. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, it’s the best for both of us. We are different people with different ideas. I’ve been holding you back.”
“But…!”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He watched her drift off as the nurse approached.
“You’ll be fine. Count back from ten for me.”
“Ten..nine..eight..”.
He fell into deep sleep as the surgery team surrounded both twins. Their separation...
“I love you,” she said, shedding a tear. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, it’s the best for both of us. We are different people with different ideas. I’ve been holding you back.”
“But…!”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He watched her drift off as the nurse approached.
“You’ll be fine. Count back from ten for me.”
“Ten..nine..eight..”.
He fell into deep sleep as the surgery team surrounded both twins. Their separation...
#love
#MovingOn
37 reads
2 Comments
edward
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 3:41am
17th Feb 2020 3:41am
GREEN Chapter One
GREEN Chapter One
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out...
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out...
#mythology
28 reads
1 Comment
Mogwai
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 6:21pm
15th Feb 2020 6:21pm
Welcome Home, Commander
So like, I roll up into this cave on one my usual hiking trips taking shelter from a brief storm. I walked by this cave a lot of times but some sort of weird smell emits from it so never stopped to check it out. This time I felt solace in the shelter so the smell was of little concern. I prefer to be dry like a true hiker. Did I mention I work as a post man?
The cave looks like any other cave. Aside from the smell it had all the creature comforts a Neanderthal would appreciate. Stone couches, a love seat made of mastodon bones, and a California king size bed made of oak with a goose...
The cave looks like any other cave. Aside from the smell it had all the creature comforts a Neanderthal would appreciate. Stone couches, a love seat made of mastodon bones, and a California king size bed made of oak with a goose...
#science
#fiction
#aliens
29 reads
1 Comment
BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
Darth Brooks
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 3:30am
15th Feb 2020 3:30am
Smoke (New Draft)
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air. It is sensitive to every little movement that is made around, even the smallest wave of a hand can send it into disarray. Moving as if it were life itself. They say a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado hundreds of miles away. It makes you realize just how delicate the air is, and why there are groups in arms about whatever we put into it as a species.
I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself...
I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself...
#dark
#fiction
#scary
#ghosts
#nightmares
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