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.
benjisbrain
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 8:56pm
20th Oct 2017 8:56pm
The Night
They laughed and threw change,
not knowing the strangers pain.
No wife, no children his life was in vein.
In a dark and damp alley alone he sat there tame.
It started well in school, college and education
Even fortunate enough to be taken on vacation.
Good kid, straight A's and a solid ambition
His future looked positive with amused superstition.
As a young adult he started divulging into precarious stuff.
Unknown to him, it would get a bit rough.
Drink and speed from an unknown trough,
Was the fatal mixture which killed them off. ...
not knowing the strangers pain.
No wife, no children his life was in vein.
In a dark and damp alley alone he sat there tame.
It started well in school, college and education
Even fortunate enough to be taken on vacation.
Good kid, straight A's and a solid ambition
His future looked positive with amused superstition.
As a young adult he started divulging into precarious stuff.
Unknown to him, it would get a bit rough.
Drink and speed from an unknown trough,
Was the fatal mixture which killed them off. ...
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doggerelsheets
Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 12:33pm
18th Oct 2017 12:33pm
The Monsters I live with
It was dark outside, had been for days, but it was darker in here. The Three of us lived under a crooked roof. It rained every day, leaking into the junk of the attic. The light from outside was grey and crawled in through dusty windows. Inside was bathed in coal dust. The light bulbs had blown and we were too scared to leave the house. Downstairs, a monster squawked and shrieked in lizard skin day and night. Its face was a technicolour horror. As it screamed it scratched its claws deep into the leather chair. When it was hungry it crawled round the floor eating whatever it found. Mice and...
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SimpleTon
Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 8:50am
18th Oct 2017 8:50am
Ghost Temp Agency part one
The Ghost Temp Agency is a strange concept to understand for "normal" living people, to be honest it does not make sense but exists regardless of the senslessness. An elderly concierge with a walking stick on his lap sits on the front desk of an exclusive office development near Victoria station. The building is large, it has a modern minimalist design and is constructed of mainly metal and glass. The gentleman has wrinkles across his clean shaven face, thinning grey hair combed neatly and faded regimental army tattoos on his shaking hands. He looks nervous and rocks back and forth while...
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Bumped 8th Oct 2017 00:26am
21st Oct 2013 10:49am
21st Oct 2013 10:49am
The Watcher’s Tale
She sat under the tree, on a park bench looking at the village square. It never ceased to amaze her that so much seemed to be happening in such a small village.
On the middle of the village was a fountain with a statue of the Governor on it. The sculpted effigy of the venerable lady did not depict her true beauty however, and the Watcher shook her head.
She sat there, her soft hands folded on each other, contemplating her life and how she came to the village, fondly called Dupass. She knew there was another name for it but she forgot. To dupe an ass seemed more fun, and she smiled...
On the middle of the village was a fountain with a statue of the Governor on it. The sculpted effigy of the venerable lady did not depict her true beauty however, and the Watcher shook her head.
She sat there, her soft hands folded on each other, contemplating her life and how she came to the village, fondly called Dupass. She knew there was another name for it but she forgot. To dupe an ass seemed more fun, and she smiled...
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ocding17
O. C. Ding
O. C. Ding
Poem Published
7th Oct 2017 6:02am
7th Oct 2017 6:02am
Lapping At My Laptop
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ocding17
O. C. Ding
O. C. Ding
Poem Published
7th Oct 2017 00:54am
7th Oct 2017 00:54am
#1 Noblo (An email from past "Craigslist" wanderings amongst the Strictly Platonic section. Well, almost
I'd like to introduce Noblo. He is my 32 year old bonobo, snatched for the jungles of the Congo several years ago by the longtime lover of my mother and sent to her via several letter envelopes, so as to avoid duties taxes. He is now living out his life in comfort, as inherited by me, and volunteers his time doing chores around the house which I am either too lazy or apathetic to accomplish.
Afflicted with mild OCD, he has honed his skills in keeping the house spotless and is capable of cleaning most anywhere, (the reason I keep him "out-of-mind", for fear he will toss out words,...
Afflicted with mild OCD, he has honed his skills in keeping the house spotless and is capable of cleaning most anywhere, (the reason I keep him "out-of-mind", for fear he will toss out words,...
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candycrier
Poem Published
4th Oct 2017 11:16pm
4th Oct 2017 11:16pm
The Love Affair of Tad and Elizabeth / days 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20
DAY 16-FITTING INTO A KAYAK
As if in the showroom of a luxury automobile dealership,they ran their hands along the varnished cedar of the sleek, mounted 26 foot kayak so proudly on display in the middle of the showroom of Pensacola Kayak and Sails. They climbed aboard and took their places.
Tad being a tall man had a problem with his knees jutting out too far in v formation, whereas Elizabeth much shorter,fitted compactly behind him in the stern.
While sitting at the manager's desk, chatting, Tad could see out of the corner of his eye the salesman excessively smiling at...
As if in the showroom of a luxury automobile dealership,they ran their hands along the varnished cedar of the sleek, mounted 26 foot kayak so proudly on display in the middle of the showroom of Pensacola Kayak and Sails. They climbed aboard and took their places.
Tad being a tall man had a problem with his knees jutting out too far in v formation, whereas Elizabeth much shorter,fitted compactly behind him in the stern.
While sitting at the manager's desk, chatting, Tad could see out of the corner of his eye the salesman excessively smiling at...
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faithmairee
Poem Published
4th Oct 2017 6:50am
4th Oct 2017 6:50am
Diary Of A Romance Addict #17
I suppose you think I'm a fool for believing Stormy's lies. It's even worse. I actually let him move in with me against my better judgement. So, I admit I really am addicted to him. It has taken everything within me to break the chains that bind us. Why would I leave a man who had proven to be the best lover that I ever had?
Men give themselves away sooner or later. When a man starts acting weird, another woman almost always has entered the picture. It's not just you and your faithless lover anymore.
I wanted to believe Stormy was true to me. Perhaps, he really tried to be...
Men give themselves away sooner or later. When a man starts acting weird, another woman almost always has entered the picture. It's not just you and your faithless lover anymore.
I wanted to believe Stormy was true to me. Perhaps, he really tried to be...
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faithmairee
Poem Published
4th Oct 2017 00:36am
4th Oct 2017 00:36am
Diary Of A Romance Addict #16
I couldn't wait for Stormy to get out of the shower so I could confront him about the condom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I discovered that he was already out of the shower wrapping a towel around his lower half.
"Still not speaking to me?" he asked as I approached him.
"Why were you so late getting here this evening?" I said as he drew close to me.
"I had to work overtime."
"Are you sure you weren't out screwing around somewhere instead?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"If you're not stepping out on me what is...
"Still not speaking to me?" he asked as I approached him.
"Why were you so late getting here this evening?" I said as he drew close to me.
"I had to work overtime."
"Are you sure you weren't out screwing around somewhere instead?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"If you're not stepping out on me what is...
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faithmairee
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 10:49pm
3rd Oct 2017 10:49pm
Diary Of A Romance Addict #15
The incident was soon forgotten and we fell back into our normal routine. I couldn't be sure at the time if there really was a reason to be suspicious of Stormy or if I had just over reacted. I decided to let it go, mostly because I just couldn't believe Stormy would do anything to jeopardize our relationship.
One day I baked his favorite cookies and stopped by his job to surprise him with them. I was the one in for a surprise. I found Stormy deep in conversation with a female in construction clothes. They were standing rather close together and something just didn't seem right about the...
One day I baked his favorite cookies and stopped by his job to surprise him with them. I was the one in for a surprise. I found Stormy deep in conversation with a female in construction clothes. They were standing rather close together and something just didn't seem right about the...
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faithmairee
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 4:03pm
3rd Oct 2017 4:03pm
Diary Of A Romance Addict #14
Stormy and I got over our first real fight. Even though he seemed like his old self, I knew he wasn't happy living apart from me. I tried not to worry about it but being so insecure, I gave into my anxious thoughts. It had really hurt when he accused me of using him for sex. My rational mind tells me it was only said in anger and that he couldn't really feel that way. On top of that, I've treated him with love and respect, leaving him no reason to feel insecure in our relationship.
I still love Stormy and don't want to lose him. I'm just not on that pink cloud anymore. I know all...
I still love Stormy and don't want to lose him. I'm just not on that pink cloud anymore. I know all...
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faithmairee
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2017 2:22pm
3rd Oct 2017 2:22pm
Diary Of A Romance Addict #13
Waking up mornings wrapped in Stormy's arms was exhilarating; the sex we would have first thing euphoric. As much as I enjoyed seeing his face the minute I woke up, I still didn't think I was ready to live with him. We had our first real fight the night Stormy asked if he could move some of his things into the beach house.
We were in bed after having a round of great sex when he brought it up. I knew this was coming but I didn't expect it the first week he started sleeping over. I wasn't prepared for his reaction when I told him no. He was visibly upset.
"I don't get it! I...
We were in bed after having a round of great sex when he brought it up. I knew this was coming but I didn't expect it the first week he started sleeping over. I wasn't prepared for his reaction when I told him no. He was visibly upset.
"I don't get it! I...
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