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.
AndyJHale
Poem Published
Today 10:24pm
Today 10:24pm
Captured In A Letter - The serpent and the flower
The Serpent and the Flower
Captured in a letter, it was a day to remember
Whispering secrets, flowering down the road
She said that she would stay forever
What’s the point in being in love?
Surrounded by fire
The serpent and the flower
The moon disappears before my eyes
An angel of light before me
She said that she would stay forever
What’s the point in being in love?
Surrounded by fire
The serpent and the flower
Captured in a letter, it was a day to remember
Whispering secrets, flowering down the road
She said that she would stay forever
What’s the point in being in love?
Surrounded by fire
The serpent and the flower
The moon disappears before my eyes
An angel of light before me
She said that she would stay forever
What’s the point in being in love?
Surrounded by fire
The serpent and the flower
#lyrics
7 reads
2 Comments
AndyJHale
Poem Published
Today 10:21pm
Today 10:21pm
Captured In A Letter ViI
Gabriel,
Raise the volume
Drown out the sound
I’m riding a flatline now
Genesia is lost without a Revelation
Origami airplanes are attacking at the planetarium
I’m hiding in a dark corner of the sun,
Michael
Raise the volume
Drown out the sound
I’m riding a flatline now
Genesia is lost without a Revelation
Origami airplanes are attacking at the planetarium
I’m hiding in a dark corner of the sun,
Michael
#fiction
#mystery
8 reads
0 Comments
MsRockyJackson
Poem Published
Today 2:10pm
Today 2:10pm
On The Edge { Chapter 15}
#lust
#dark
#violence #fiction
#violence #fiction
15 reads
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AndyJHale
Poem Published
Today 1:15am
Today 1:15am
Captured In A Letter VI
Seraphina,
Without you in my life, I’m dead inside
Eye for eye, then we’ll let it slide
A ring of fire around my finger
It’s like gunfire tracers, tracing cactus fingers
I’m deep down in it now, but I’ve got my alibi!
Michael
Without you in my life, I’m dead inside
Eye for eye, then we’ll let it slide
A ring of fire around my finger
It’s like gunfire tracers, tracing cactus fingers
I’m deep down in it now, but I’ve got my alibi!
Michael
#fiction
#mystery
15 reads
4 Comments
AndyJHale
Poem Published
Today 1:07am
Today 1:07am
Captured In A Letter V
Nicolus,
Tired is the land chained to the sky
All I see are garden crosses
A thunderstorm is clapping on a helicopter highway
The witness stand rises from a sea of debris
An archaic paradigm shift has made Gods of us all
Is it a war against perfection?
Forgive this spiraling conversation of canon
I’m caged in this unconsciousness
Michael
P.S. I blackmailed the Devil today!
Tired is the land chained to the sky
All I see are garden crosses
A thunderstorm is clapping on a helicopter highway
The witness stand rises from a sea of debris
An archaic paradigm shift has made Gods of us all
Is it a war against perfection?
Forgive this spiraling conversation of canon
I’m caged in this unconsciousness
Michael
P.S. I blackmailed the Devil today!
#fiction
#mystery
12 reads
3 Comments
AndyJHale
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:36pm
Yesterday 2:36pm
Captured In A Letter IV
Seraphina,
I ran as far as I could, and then I flew to the sun
I stopped for the evening in the gardens of Babylon
I’M TRAVELING THROUGH ALL SPACE AND TIME
The top hats are the size of steel rail houses
The bicycles glide on industrial crutches
Lifeless monuments now rise up against the axis
FADE TO THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR
Backlight the window angels dangling from the ceiling
Gaslight greetings and salutations
Forever yours,
Michael
I ran as far as I could, and then I flew to the sun
I stopped for the evening in the gardens of Babylon
I’M TRAVELING THROUGH ALL SPACE AND TIME
The top hats are the size of steel rail houses
The bicycles glide on industrial crutches
Lifeless monuments now rise up against the axis
FADE TO THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR
Backlight the window angels dangling from the ceiling
Gaslight greetings and salutations
Forever yours,
Michael
#fiction
#mystery
19 reads
2 Comments
AndyJHale
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:35pm
Yesterday 2:35pm
Captured In A Letter III
Seraphina,
Winter drummers in a Renaissance garden, are they playing for the victim or the villain? The Golden temples are on top of the mountain. There is an apple orchard in a Hollywood garden.
Seraphina, why are you screaming at me? Crying out as far as the eye can see.
Fountains of youth, lost candy canes. Trading our souls with our kings and queens. Assembly line ruins passed down through the ages. Stage coach brothels, dancing in cages.
A communal noose has left five dead. Stone pine streets and taxi dog tags. Fist a cuffs with an artificial limb. Robotic...
Winter drummers in a Renaissance garden, are they playing for the victim or the villain? The Golden temples are on top of the mountain. There is an apple orchard in a Hollywood garden.
Seraphina, why are you screaming at me? Crying out as far as the eye can see.
Fountains of youth, lost candy canes. Trading our souls with our kings and queens. Assembly line ruins passed down through the ages. Stage coach brothels, dancing in cages.
A communal noose has left five dead. Stone pine streets and taxi dog tags. Fist a cuffs with an artificial limb. Robotic...
#fiction
#mystery
16 reads
4 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:32am
Yesterday 3:32am
REAL LOVE: When Love Is Grounded In Reality It's Never Confusing Nor Disappointing.
She was wearing a T'shirt that said "unless God sent you I'm unavailable." Dude got out his butter colored corvette wearing Gucci from head to toe. Her heart began racing filled with excitement as she slowed down her stride shaking that ass making herself available. As he walked near on her left, she turned towards him and smiled, thinking to herself saying, "he looks like he is in search of a good woman to make his wife. Her memory flashed back remembering all the times Pastor Brown preached about Rebekah the wife of Isaac. Deep in her heart she was convinced that it was her time, her...
#love
#regret
#disappointment
22 reads
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ABPerales13
AB Perales
AB Perales
Poem Published
25th May 2018 9:28pm
25th May 2018 9:28pm
Learned How to Love (In Southern California)
The porch light shadowed her soft features deep within the blackness of her hooded sweatshirt.
Her shoulders were soaked and blackened,
her make up all but gone.
The hair I would later hand dry was heavy and matted against her pocked scared cheek.
She crossed my threshold and gently ran her cold, wet fingertips along my bare chest as she passed.
My old white cat greeted her with an evil hiss and daring stare as she kicked her wet shoes off in the mud room.
I took in the Chilly Southern California wind before swinging closed the heavy...
Her shoulders were soaked and blackened,
her make up all but gone.
The hair I would later hand dry was heavy and matted against her pocked scared cheek.
She crossed my threshold and gently ran her cold, wet fingertips along my bare chest as she passed.
My old white cat greeted her with an evil hiss and daring stare as she kicked her wet shoes off in the mud room.
I took in the Chilly Southern California wind before swinging closed the heavy...
#love
#TruthOfLife
16 reads
1 Comment
AndyJHale
Poem Published
25th May 2018 9:03pm
25th May 2018 9:03pm
Captured In A Letter II
Crystal,
A crow flies through a rainbow. Gasoline engines drive a violent game. If morning comes, you’ve broken the chains. All hell is breaking loose in downtown L.A. There are not enough passages through all space and time. The tables have turned, sweet Crystalline! Barricade yourself behind the bathroom door. Turn from the gun, don’t give it control! A moment of silence, scream through it all! Cry by the water, break down the door! Blood soaks the mirror and the tile of the bathroom floor.
You’re the only one who can see it all,
Michael
A crow flies through a rainbow. Gasoline engines drive a violent game. If morning comes, you’ve broken the chains. All hell is breaking loose in downtown L.A. There are not enough passages through all space and time. The tables have turned, sweet Crystalline! Barricade yourself behind the bathroom door. Turn from the gun, don’t give it control! A moment of silence, scream through it all! Cry by the water, break down the door! Blood soaks the mirror and the tile of the bathroom floor.
You’re the only one who can see it all,
Michael
#fiction
#mystery
18 reads
6 Comments
AndyJHale
Poem Published
25th May 2018 8:55pm
25th May 2018 8:55pm
Captured In A Letter I
Genisia,
It’s a game for the deaf, dumb, and blind
A precision strike, the angels took flight
A river of blood is flowing through a revolving door in his mind
They are burning witches on electric fences
Twelve o’clock shadows are hidden under the bridges
I don’t know if the world is ready for me,
Michael
It’s a game for the deaf, dumb, and blind
A precision strike, the angels took flight
A river of blood is flowing through a revolving door in his mind
They are burning witches on electric fences
Twelve o’clock shadows are hidden under the bridges
I don’t know if the world is ready for me,
Michael
#fiction
#mystery
16 reads
5 Comments
Chris_Pleasures
Poem Published
25th May 2018 3:10am
25th May 2018 3:10am
Prove Your Loyalty
I'm alone and one with the throne. No one beside me, I'm on my own. All whom I loved seems too far so gone. So out of touch and so out of love. Abandoned by my people and left to die but for you all I will still give my life. My soul for the world so days can be brighter but even after the betrayal I kept being a fighter. For you I stood tall. As a king of them all but it's a disgrace that you'll only pray for my downfall. I see your tricks and know your games. You say you love me well prove it then...
#love
#loneliness
#courage
#support
#despair
16 reads
5 Comments
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