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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:16pm
Yesterday 11:16pm
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
Black Cross for a Penitent Angel
My employment carousel finds me sitting behind the desk in a classroom at a school for the gifted.
I am the substitute teacher for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is an Olympian high school where Apollo’s children excel. I just melt in my soma zone while the kids strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The girls...
My employment carousel finds me sitting behind the desk in a classroom at a school for the gifted.
I am the substitute teacher for these acolytes of the baroque masters of melody. Young pianist, flutist, and organist birth notes on high with fingers on fire. This is an Olympian high school where Apollo’s children excel. I just melt in my soma zone while the kids strum my heart with the music of the Gods.
The girls...
#loneliness
#teens
#friendship
#school
#LifeGoals
16 reads
2 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:26pm
Yesterday 7:26pm
Burke and Blades in: A Painful Rebirth
Inspector Blades surveyed the tea room. Detective Burke, meanwhile, surveyed the cat-heads and follow-me-lads of a tea girl, Shilly, named no doubt for her failure of decision. 'Well, erm, it's like this, Mr Burke... or is it? Oh dear, I wish I knew...' At least she wasn't hysterical, Burke thought. Goodness, he and Blades were shallying worse than Shilly. 'That's all well and good, Miss' he said, 'but I ain't asking much now, am I? All I want to know is, did you see the professor 'aving a collie shangles with the meater or not?'
'Well, yes, I did. He called 'im a mutton...
'Well, yes, I did. He called 'im a mutton...
#funny
27 reads
1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:02am
Yesterday 1:02am
Time Travel in the Victorian Age
The two detectives put off their delicate duty with what can only be described as a vulgar bashfulness. They perched on Lady Beckinsall's chaise longue like shaggy dogs confused by their sudden allowance on the furniture. The Lady herself was paused in her afternoon tea, with bated cup, and growing impatient. Sensing this, the more working-class of the two detectives, Burke, decided to exploit his social privilege by coming straight to the point. 'Well, ma'am, it's like this, you see... your fella, the good Lord Beckinsall, is currently, ahem, at 'er Majesty's pleasure after being caught -...
#funny
24 reads
6 Comments
Viktor_Aidonis
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 7:03am
3rd Jun 2020 7:03am
Mr. Shiny
#money
#narrative
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#luck
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Velvet
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2020 5:04am
3rd Jun 2020 5:04am
Putting a Dampner on the Empathy
I’m sorry I was away when you
Called round to deliver my sister
That ribboned scroll
Containing and professing your love
Note...
Thanks you for following up with a text
Yes, I can be around first thing
Tomorrow morning
To repair your accordion
Will you be well enough to
Receive my visit then?
...
I * +
Called round to deliver my sister
That ribboned scroll
Containing and professing your love
Note...
Thanks you for following up with a text
Yes, I can be around first thing
Tomorrow morning
To repair your accordion
Will you be well enough to
Receive my visit then?
...
I * +
#IMissYou
26 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 3:25am
2nd Jun 2020 3:25am
Nadia/Ragan’s Twisted Liaison
#politics
#revenge
#passion
47 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
30th May 2020 10:36am
30th May 2020 10:36am
Oberon visits Londinium
One fine day, Oberon, king of the fairies, decides to take time out of Fairyland, and decides to visit London,
there he intends to drink some fine wines, indulge in some earth food, and read a paper at an exclusive Gentlemans club.
He announces himself at the door of one such place, wearing his kingly robes. the doorman refuses him admittance, and requests that he leave, or the local constabulary would be summoned. the king is deeply offended at this treatment, and then insists he should be admitted, as he is King of The Fairies, and produces a handful of gold coins, and informs...
there he intends to drink some fine wines, indulge in some earth food, and read a paper at an exclusive Gentlemans club.
He announces himself at the door of one such place, wearing his kingly robes. the doorman refuses him admittance, and requests that he leave, or the local constabulary would be summoned. the king is deeply offended at this treatment, and then insists he should be admitted, as he is King of The Fairies, and produces a handful of gold coins, and informs...
#funny
#fairies
#ignorance #surreal
#ignorance #surreal
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th May 2020 11:28am
29th May 2020 11:28am
Curiosity Killed The Cat
Nadia?”
“Yes, do I know you?”
Ragan peered closer. Shit. He was the same man who she encountered in Las Vegas.
What the fuck was he doing here, and in New Orleans she thought?
“I think you’ve made a mistake.”
Ragan stepped out the line and ran toward the exit door.
Sterling turned and ran after her. He grabbed her around her upper arm.
Ragan stopped, but did not turn around.
“I thought you were arrested and sitting in a jail cell, and what’s with the wig?”
“If you do not let my arm go. I will scream.” ...
“Yes, do I know you?”
Ragan peered closer. Shit. He was the same man who she encountered in Las Vegas.
What the fuck was he doing here, and in New Orleans she thought?
“I think you’ve made a mistake.”
Ragan stepped out the line and ran toward the exit door.
Sterling turned and ran after her. He grabbed her around her upper arm.
Ragan stopped, but did not turn around.
“I thought you were arrested and sitting in a jail cell, and what’s with the wig?”
“If you do not let my arm go. I will scream.” ...
#nostalgia
#revenge
#passion
49 reads
2 Comments
Viktor_Aidonis
Poem Published
29th May 2020 3:34am
29th May 2020 3:34am
Bunny
Who'z a funny bunny?You! You are!"
Funny bunny waz not funny at all.
It waz dead zeriouz.
However itz name waz Funn˙ zo-
*Ahem*
-We used the name thing on the previous poem.
-Okay I'll try that again...
He replaced the word funny with the word the.
The bunny waz not funny at all.
It waz dead zeriouz.
Zo zeriouz, it got up and zaid:
"He who dared to challenge my sanity,
Shall remember these days, as the days
I started having fun.However when these days end,I will rest forevermore"
It ztarted...
Funny bunny waz not funny at all.
It waz dead zeriouz.
However itz name waz Funn˙ zo-
*Ahem*
-We used the name thing on the previous poem.
-Okay I'll try that again...
He replaced the word funny with the word the.
The bunny waz not funny at all.
It waz dead zeriouz.
Zo zeriouz, it got up and zaid:
"He who dared to challenge my sanity,
Shall remember these days, as the days
I started having fun.However when these days end,I will rest forevermore"
It ztarted...
#disappointment
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
25 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th May 2020 9:38pm
28th May 2020 9:38pm
In Trouble
Gordon leaves with Ollie. I go back in with Barry, and that's the last I remember.
I wake up not in the hospital, but in a concrete hut somewhere deep in abandoned wasteland, groggy and disorientated with a strange taste in my mouth, body sore from the fall downstairs. I'm lying on the floor in recovery position, wondering how I got there. Outside, the weather continues to rage, the winds howling against the roof; inside, three men with torch lamps sit huddled around candles, playing cards and singing The Grand Old Duke Of York. They bang on the floor and stamp their feet...
I wake up not in the hospital, but in a concrete hut somewhere deep in abandoned wasteland, groggy and disorientated with a strange taste in my mouth, body sore from the fall downstairs. I'm lying on the floor in recovery position, wondering how I got there. Outside, the weather continues to rage, the winds howling against the roof; inside, three men with torch lamps sit huddled around candles, playing cards and singing The Grand Old Duke Of York. They bang on the floor and stamp their feet...
#mystery
#risk
26 reads
4 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
28th May 2020 1:55am
28th May 2020 1:55am
E-ONE HUNDRED, AND COUNTING...
The Continuing Adventures of
Gloria, Girl Mercenary, and Her Pet
Robot Robbie...
The hallucinogenic nature of the
attack seemed to come out of
nowhere and
striking them both
was an immediate hit
Glo-green trees stretched hungrily
out from before Gloria's eyes
which squatted before her
Then she was down in the grass
wrinkling her nose and blinking
still holding a
in all...
Gloria, Girl Mercenary, and Her Pet
Robot Robbie...
The hallucinogenic nature of the
attack seemed to come out of
nowhere and
striking them both
was an immediate hit
Glo-green trees stretched hungrily
out from before Gloria's eyes
which squatted before her
Then she was down in the grass
wrinkling her nose and blinking
still holding a
in all...
#scifi
27 reads
0 Comments
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