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.
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:40am
Yesterday 11:40am
Kernel Series Unknown /End Programme
It feels as though I've been lost between two worlds all my life. It feels as though I lived in the outside and believed everything my commander told me. I was a good soldier. I found what I was supposed to find. I wrestled with the dreamscape, a place where all our minds are gathered into a thoughtless realm, one you can control and be fully aware in, one of information and exchange, chatter and noise or love. The dreamscape was never written in your code to be the only reality, you know both exist, you fear neither. Perhaps entry requirements could be updated.
I wondered if this...
I wondered if this...
#choices
44 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:55am
Yesterday 8:55am
Bipolar Muse
Bipolar Muse
Doug says, “Ro, you’d make a hotsy Go-Go Girl. I would attend your shows and give you generous tips.”
Rowena replies. “Would those gratuities be like giving me an allowance? I am your wife, not your call girl. Getting paid by you for gratification sounds sick.”
Doug says, “You are taking it all wrong. This is just a way to spice up our bedroom life. You could just dance for me at home. I just thought you getting down at a club would add to your excitement.”
Rowena replies, “Are you kidding me, having seedy guys drooling over me is a...
Doug says, “Ro, you’d make a hotsy Go-Go Girl. I would attend your shows and give you generous tips.”
Rowena replies. “Would those gratuities be like giving me an allowance? I am your wife, not your call girl. Getting paid by you for gratification sounds sick.”
Doug says, “You are taking it all wrong. This is just a way to spice up our bedroom life. You could just dance for me at home. I just thought you getting down at a club would add to your excitement.”
Rowena replies, “Are you kidding me, having seedy guys drooling over me is a...
#happiness
#marriage
#bipolar #zombies
#bipolar #zombies
17 reads
4 Comments
Pete82
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 8:02am
27th Mar 2020 8:02am
Flash
Compressed narration
Words at haste
In a race
The next word chased
Is it such an immoral sin
My story is so wafer thin
What should I write?
A thriller, horror, something gory
A hero, good guy, steeped in glory
Something sinister, dark and black
Were the victim gets attacked
Something grand, pen in hand
A sentence short, not widely spanned
So there you have my short flash fiction
Its constricted, restricted, word eviction
A paragraph struggle, feuding friction
Eighty-seven...
Words at haste
In a race
The next word chased
Is it such an immoral sin
My story is so wafer thin
What should I write?
A thriller, horror, something gory
A hero, good guy, steeped in glory
Something sinister, dark and black
Were the victim gets attacked
Something grand, pen in hand
A sentence short, not widely spanned
So there you have my short flash fiction
Its constricted, restricted, word eviction
A paragraph struggle, feuding friction
Eighty-seven...
#fiction
#lyrics
#ShortStory #nonfiction
#ShortStory #nonfiction
28 reads
2 Comments
Programmingjoe
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 3:07am
27th Mar 2020 3:07am
The Joy of Dancing
Yvonne grew up in the Southern regions of France, moving from village to village, avoiding the local enforcement, and looking for odd jobs and charitable donations that allowed her to survive. When she was younger, her parents had packed up and left the city while she was at school, for unknown reasons, leaving her alone and with the scraps left behind at their home. Without anywhere to go she continued to go to school and continued to live in her parents old home. That couldn't last for long though and eventually her classmates began to notice the weight she was losing and word got to local...
#love
14 reads
2 Comments
Programmingjoe
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 3:06am
27th Mar 2020 3:06am
The Cup
As Jimmy fell into a deep sleep, he thought of astronauts roaming the universe and discovering civilisations far into the cosmos. His dad was an astronaut who had left two years prior on an expedition that was supposed to have lasted eighteen months. Twelve months into the journey home base lost contact with their ship after the crew had decided to land on a small blue planet about the same size as earth and the same distance away from a star as earth is from our sun. While many people believe the travellers will return soon, hope continues to decline for all. However, Jimmy was still full of...
#scifi
5 reads
0 Comments
Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 4:33pm
26th Mar 2020 4:33pm
Bathing with the Dead
The hook caught inside the flesh of the trouts mouth, up it went dragged through the river weeds shimmering in the sun.
'Lunch!' He called to his Dog who lay by the river. The foul spirit of winter had left the land. It could still be seen in the dark of the trees beyond the bank, on the other side of the river. The man wasn't afraid for he took the light of the spirits eyes to be the light of the sun through the tree tops. He shared his trout with his Dog, a wire brush black terrier of whippet stock.
The leaves of the beech tree shone like copper. They were stubborn...
'Lunch!' He called to his Dog who lay by the river. The foul spirit of winter had left the land. It could still be seen in the dark of the trees beyond the bank, on the other side of the river. The man wasn't afraid for he took the light of the spirits eyes to be the light of the sun through the tree tops. He shared his trout with his Dog, a wire brush black terrier of whippet stock.
The leaves of the beech tree shone like copper. They were stubborn...
#philosophical
#fear
30 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 4:38am
26th Mar 2020 4:38am
Bewitched On Mars
Bewitched On Mars
Doug asks Rowena, “Have you been to the moon?”
Ro replies, “Yes, I have. My hocus pocus can take me just about anywhere. But I’ve never been to Mars.”
Doug asks, “What stopped you?”
Ro replies, “There are rumors among our coven of interlopers from other star systems who have settled there. Some of them may feel encroached upon by visitors. Hence our head witch has forbidden that planet from our travel itinerary.”
Doug says, “I’ve always wanted to see Mars. Could you take me?”
Ro replies, “One nose...
Doug asks Rowena, “Have you been to the moon?”
Ro replies, “Yes, I have. My hocus pocus can take me just about anywhere. But I’ve never been to Mars.”
Doug asks, “What stopped you?”
Ro replies, “There are rumors among our coven of interlopers from other star systems who have settled there. Some of them may feel encroached upon by visitors. Hence our head witch has forbidden that planet from our travel itinerary.”
Doug says, “I’ve always wanted to see Mars. Could you take me?”
Ro replies, “One nose...
#marriage
#universe
#sexy
#witches
#scifi
32 reads
8 Comments
subrosa
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 8:17am
23rd Mar 2020 8:17am
Into the depths
#BDSM
#determination
#fear
118 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 9:16pm
22nd Mar 2020 9:16pm
Trapped
She starts to shake. He's confessed to murdering her parents and he must feel he has nothing further to lose.
He flings open a bulky, rotting door, revealing a vast barren landscape made up of waterways and pylons and waste metal and industrial garbage. A blast of hot air surges into the building, along with a cloud of dust, hitting her in the face.
There's no sign of the police or Maxine. Instead, a giant incinerator spews out smoke in the distance, thick smoke, a foreboding shade of black, and the sun looks an unnatural shade of orange.
He flings open a bulky, rotting door, revealing a vast barren landscape made up of waterways and pylons and waste metal and industrial garbage. A blast of hot air surges into the building, along with a cloud of dust, hitting her in the face.
There's no sign of the police or Maxine. Instead, a giant incinerator spews out smoke in the distance, thick smoke, a foreboding shade of black, and the sun looks an unnatural shade of orange.
#conflict
#mystery
#risk
34 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 4:29am
22nd Mar 2020 4:29am
Conception
Conception
My dreams take me to another planet. This is a world where gardens overflow terraces. Double moons shine through pink skies. There a castle stands amidst snowy peaks. The city of our dreams is realized in some distant epoch of time.
There my princess awaits me amidst the star flowers. Her hair flows in waves of silvery curls. Her eyes burn like diamonds, freshly born of the molten rock. Naked as on the day of her creation, her hair is entwined in red and purple blossoms. Her body is lustrous like star light.
Her smile coaxes my soul to migrate into...
My dreams take me to another planet. This is a world where gardens overflow terraces. Double moons shine through pink skies. There a castle stands amidst snowy peaks. The city of our dreams is realized in some distant epoch of time.
There my princess awaits me amidst the star flowers. Her hair flows in waves of silvery curls. Her eyes burn like diamonds, freshly born of the molten rock. Naked as on the day of her creation, her hair is entwined in red and purple blossoms. Her body is lustrous like star light.
Her smile coaxes my soul to migrate into...
#dreams
#lover
#magic
#sensual
#scifi
48 reads
4 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 11:42am
21st Mar 2020 11:42am
Kernel Series Unknown 17
memory back online]
I gave memory dumps; as units we upgrade all the time, our processors are usually the ones we keep until we are decommissioned. I requested this particular model because of its capacity to empathise. Newer models were built without this update as it was considered inefficient. A few of us older models are given them for various reasons, there are some accounts of a self destruct code written into these models but it was obviously written out some time ago. I also have an older babel chip which allows me to communicate on a wider frequency, the only downside is...
I gave memory dumps; as units we upgrade all the time, our processors are usually the ones we keep until we are decommissioned. I requested this particular model because of its capacity to empathise. Newer models were built without this update as it was considered inefficient. A few of us older models are given them for various reasons, there are some accounts of a self destruct code written into these models but it was obviously written out some time ago. I also have an older babel chip which allows me to communicate on a wider frequency, the only downside is...
#technology
#humankind
#mythology #scifi
#mythology #scifi
47 reads
1 Comment
Oh_Deer
NanCee
NanCee
Poem Published
19th Mar 2020 9:01am
19th Mar 2020 9:01am
JASON
Lucy pulled out the chest from under the bed, it had been forever and a day since she had looked properly, 15-20 years had rolled on by and she hadn’t really looked back.
Wiping the dust from the top of the chest, anxiety building in the pit of her stomach, Did she even want to look? she knew it was time.
Taking a breath, she unlocks the lock, creaking open the lid to a pile of unsent letters, the paper old and thin, musky to smell and the ink faded on the pages.
She felt it time to finally say goodbye, lay it to rest. Whether it would ever be truly gone, she...
Wiping the dust from the top of the chest, anxiety building in the pit of her stomach, Did she even want to look? she knew it was time.
Taking a breath, she unlocks the lock, creaking open the lid to a pile of unsent letters, the paper old and thin, musky to smell and the ink faded on the pages.
She felt it time to finally say goodbye, lay it to rest. Whether it would ever be truly gone, she...
#abuse
#MeToo
#DomesticViolence #manipulation
#DomesticViolence #manipulation
38 reads
2 Comments
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