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.
SURVIVOR
Bumped Today 2:27am
31st May 2018 10:15pm
31st May 2018 10:15pm
Witch Of Blitz
Mirror mirror
on the wall
listen to my
speech upon
winning it all
oh do quit
clapping
has my ego
a snapping
gathered to
gather thank
you one and
all for
contributing
to your
downfall
this road
to fame
tyranny was
the game
gathered
together as
now we are
ahem...
best be taking
heed I'm about
to do a dirty
ass deed
Better be
hauling ass
and burning
rubber
you'll never know ...
on the wall
listen to my
speech upon
winning it all
oh do quit
clapping
has my ego
a snapping
gathered to
gather thank
you one and
all for
contributing
to your
downfall
this road
to fame
tyranny was
the game
gathered
together as
now we are
ahem...
best be taking
heed I'm about
to do a dirty
ass deed
Better be
hauling ass
and burning
rubber
you'll never know ...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
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spacemod69
Poem Published
Today 1:47am
Today 1:47am
Untitled
As yet untitled, obviously unfinished but hopefully will turn into something
PROLOGUE
Present Day
There it stood: Dark, foreboding even strangely threatening in parts. The row of young oaks that I had helped plant years before were now hardened, fully fledged trees, whose gnarled limbs made a slight tapping on the nearby window. The window itself, now dirty and broken, had once been a view to freedom, a glimpse to the outside world. We would stare out of that tiny pane of glass and make promises of hope, of dreams and of the future. Promises that we knew would never...
PROLOGUE
Present Day
There it stood: Dark, foreboding even strangely threatening in parts. The row of young oaks that I had helped plant years before were now hardened, fully fledged trees, whose gnarled limbs made a slight tapping on the nearby window. The window itself, now dirty and broken, had once been a view to freedom, a glimpse to the outside world. We would stare out of that tiny pane of glass and make promises of hope, of dreams and of the future. Promises that we knew would never...
#abuse
#bullying
14 reads
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sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:14am
Yesterday 00:14am
Faithful Pen-Pal
Yesterday, it was about quarter-to-eleven
when my door suddenly opened
I never got up and walked towards it
until a two-pound coin came flying in the room and hit the telly
To which a voice then shouted “We can talk about the Northampton Academy now that Mr Kelley is gone! And I’m now watching Return of the Living Dead, so stop what you’re doing and come out!”
Having looked out into the corridor, door number 4 was open, so I walked down to it and saw Bradley in one of the corners, playing on his xbox
“I know now, that you and Nicole always used to do sexual...
when my door suddenly opened
I never got up and walked towards it
until a two-pound coin came flying in the room and hit the telly
To which a voice then shouted “We can talk about the Northampton Academy now that Mr Kelley is gone! And I’m now watching Return of the Living Dead, so stop what you’re doing and come out!”
Having looked out into the corridor, door number 4 was open, so I walked down to it and saw Bradley in one of the corners, playing on his xbox
“I know now, that you and Nicole always used to do sexual...
#WritingPoetry
13 reads
sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:19pm
Yesterday 6:19pm
Sunday, 19th May 2019
It’s now twenty-to-eight in the morning
I’ve had a good one
and I’ve been told not to tell you about my weekend
I’ve woken up in a different part of the building
as I’ve never had a square opening previously on my door
that only opens from the outside
And when looking out into the corridor
after John had passed me my spaghetti and meatballs on a tray
There were six doors either side of me
and the door in front was a steel one, with several padlocks on it
“Don’t you think it’s unlucky, being behind door number 13? And isn’t that...
I’ve had a good one
and I’ve been told not to tell you about my weekend
I’ve woken up in a different part of the building
as I’ve never had a square opening previously on my door
that only opens from the outside
And when looking out into the corridor
after John had passed me my spaghetti and meatballs on a tray
There were six doors either side of me
and the door in front was a steel one, with several padlocks on it
“Don’t you think it’s unlucky, being behind door number 13? And isn’t that...
#WritingPoetry
17 reads
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:46pm
Yesterday 5:46pm
Kernel Version Unknown .12
It's time Kay] I knew it was time, I had to go back in. I'd been procrastinating, distracting myself, going back to the datastream, to him, had been gnawing on me, haunting me, I had to face the fear of going back again, the uncertainty, trepidation. If pain was the blueprint of our system then fear was definitely a background programme constantly running, sometimes coming to the forefront to overwrite whatever it wanted, controlling, seizing, maintaining the status quo.
I had no idea what I was going to tell the commander, I'll skate by on some half-baked lie again no doubt. I've...
I had no idea what I was going to tell the commander, I'll skate by on some half-baked lie again no doubt. I've...
#philosophical
#scifi
32 reads
6 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:18am
Yesterday 2:18am
Silent Shadows- Introductory Video Monologue
Like a newborn Phoenix, we rose from the ashes of despair. The obstacles were no match for us as we continued to grow. We spread our protective embrace across the globe, and united entire countries under our cause.
Like a colony of worker ants responding to their queen, we followed our orders loyally. There were times though, when I had no idea who I was seeing every time I looked into a mirror.
We stood strong before the faces of our enemies, not fearing the events that had still haunted the public to present times. For us, they merely became a bitter nightmare....
Like a colony of worker ants responding to their queen, we followed our orders loyally. There were times though, when I had no idea who I was seeing every time I looked into a mirror.
We stood strong before the faces of our enemies, not fearing the events that had still haunted the public to present times. For us, they merely became a bitter nightmare....
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice #wisdom
#sacrifice #wisdom
20 reads
5 Comments
spacemod69
Poem Published
19th May 2019 1:30pm
19th May 2019 1:30pm
Mayonnaise Jar
Forgiveness is not a word that was in his vocabulary.
At least, I had never seen him show any. Even now, as he sat looking at the empty mayonnaise jar across the table from him I knew what was coming. I was used to it. First would be the customary list of expletives that would stream from his mouth. These were getting fresher as the days went on. Next, the said jar would be sent flying across the room, perhaps against a wall, maybe even at me if I was unlucky enough. Either way, it would end up shattering and I would be expected to pick up the pieces after being told I was useless,...
At least, I had never seen him show any. Even now, as he sat looking at the empty mayonnaise jar across the table from him I knew what was coming. I was used to it. First would be the customary list of expletives that would stream from his mouth. These were getting fresher as the days went on. Next, the said jar would be sent flying across the room, perhaps against a wall, maybe even at me if I was unlucky enough. Either way, it would end up shattering and I would be expected to pick up the pieces after being told I was useless,...
#anxiety
#despair
36 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th May 2019 11:47pm
18th May 2019 11:47pm
A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate XII
DON’T GIVE UP ON US BABY
Who Would You Run Too
DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
The Next Morning
Naynina threw the top covers back and twisted her legs around. Her feet hit the eggshell colored carpet. She looked over at the glaring sunshine streaming through the dark-blue velvet curtains. She stood to her feet. Her body felt weightless. Her ears was overcrowded with speaking voices she heard in the distance background. One of her special abilities she quite never related to anyone.
Naynina stretched her arms over her head. She was ready to...
Who Would You Run Too
DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
The Next Morning
Naynina threw the top covers back and twisted her legs around. Her feet hit the eggshell colored carpet. She looked over at the glaring sunshine streaming through the dark-blue velvet curtains. She stood to her feet. Her body felt weightless. Her ears was overcrowded with speaking voices she heard in the distance background. One of her special abilities she quite never related to anyone.
Naynina stretched her arms over her head. She was ready to...
#vampires
#fairies
#memories
#mythology
#ForbiddenLove
25 reads
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MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
18th May 2019 11:32am
18th May 2019 11:32am
Wasteland Skaters (Chapter One: Thrasher's Quest)
#funny
#apocalypse
15 reads
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sepicla_ikn
Poem Published
17th May 2019 9:42pm
17th May 2019 9:42pm
stir crazy diary entries
Friday, 10th May 2019
You ever said something to only one person
and then they go and drop themselves in it, by saying they haven’t said anything?
My eyes really have been opened
and I know who can’t be trusted knowing about my business
It’s either one, or both are idiots to think I’m jealous
She doesn’t have to believe no rumours
Their in each other’s inbox
so I have the right to express to someone my views and opinions
I’m the one laughing more because you’re not putting any trust in it
It’s okay, that he’d mention each other’s...
You ever said something to only one person
and then they go and drop themselves in it, by saying they haven’t said anything?
My eyes really have been opened
and I know who can’t be trusted knowing about my business
It’s either one, or both are idiots to think I’m jealous
She doesn’t have to believe no rumours
Their in each other’s inbox
so I have the right to express to someone my views and opinions
I’m the one laughing more because you’re not putting any trust in it
It’s okay, that he’d mention each other’s...
#dreams
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
17th May 2019 00:02am
17th May 2019 00:02am
Beauty Mark are Just Moles
All the saytrs party with nymphs,
All of them so fair and lovely.
Most beloved by the gods Zeus and Posideion.
All except for one.
Birthed by mud and covered in fat was Harmoni.
Poor little nymph was unloved by her sisters and her mother, Earth.
No one would touch her, not even Zeus.
The river Styx could flood with the tears she has shed.
Harmoni was destined to be alone with no partner, no child, no place she can belong,
And still she hopes she'll find him wandering through the woods.
A man sent down by Aphrodite to love her, to see her,...
All of them so fair and lovely.
Most beloved by the gods Zeus and Posideion.
All except for one.
Birthed by mud and covered in fat was Harmoni.
Poor little nymph was unloved by her sisters and her mother, Earth.
No one would touch her, not even Zeus.
The river Styx could flood with the tears she has shed.
Harmoni was destined to be alone with no partner, no child, no place she can belong,
And still she hopes she'll find him wandering through the woods.
A man sent down by Aphrodite to love her, to see her,...
#love
#loneliness
#rejection #mythology
#rejection #mythology
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DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
