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.
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 9:23pm
11th Apr 2021 9:23pm
The Magnificent Feast of 2021
The Magic Mushrooms pg 4
Please copy paste and listen while reading thank you. The voice: Celtic women https://youtube.com/watch?v=SdFHGFkyew4
And so it begins, the whole castle was abuzz, everyone was excited to learn GW was alive! Hanging high above the massive steel-studded double-doors to the castle’s entrance, was a huge banner fashioned by...
Please copy paste and listen while reading thank you. The voice: Celtic women https://youtube.com/watch?v=SdFHGFkyew4
And so it begins, the whole castle was abuzz, everyone was excited to learn GW was alive! Hanging high above the massive steel-studded double-doors to the castle’s entrance, was a huge banner fashioned by...
#magic
46 reads
20 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:36pm
9th Apr 2021 11:36pm
Getting ready for the gathering
Magic Mushrooms pg3
I hurried inside my profile and shut & locked the door. I had to make sure my NaPo for tonight was ready to go, so, I had a quick read. Ahuh__ yup all good. I logged off and poured myself a brandy and looked outside.
From my profile window reflection. I could see all 13 candles including my own, alive and flickering, each releasing their own scent of honeysuckle and lavender into the spring air. My cell phone was ringing, I turned my iphone speaker on,
“Go for Zazzles” I laughed in deIight...
I hurried inside my profile and shut & locked the door. I had to make sure my NaPo for tonight was ready to go, so, I had a quick read. Ahuh__ yup all good. I logged off and poured myself a brandy and looked outside.
From my profile window reflection. I could see all 13 candles including my own, alive and flickering, each releasing their own scent of honeysuckle and lavender into the spring air. My cell phone was ringing, I turned my iphone speaker on,
“Go for Zazzles” I laughed in deIight...
#magic
#witches
38 reads
9 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 7:03am
9th Apr 2021 7:03am
Heidi, page 2 illustration
pg 2 illustration
#books
11 reads
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 5:07pm
8th Apr 2021 5:07pm
The Stranger?
The Magic Mushrooms pg2
I turned around and almost fainted. Omg GW! Is that really you brother? -Yes, it’s me Zazz. Wow! we thought we lost you, we thought you died, where have you been? have you been here in the garden this whole time, since last season? since our last Coven gathering, since the Winter solstice___?
Wait, what am I saying, No no no of course not.
...
I turned around and almost fainted. Omg GW! Is that really you brother? -Yes, it’s me Zazz. Wow! we thought we lost you, we thought you died, where have you been? have you been here in the garden this whole time, since last season? since our last Coven gathering, since the Winter solstice___?
Wait, what am I saying, No no no of course not.
...
#magic
#witches
38 reads
6 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 6:40pm
7th Apr 2021 6:40pm
The Magic Mushrooms
A New Story Begins
Pg 1
I was the first witch to notice the magic mushrooms where missing from the apothecary garden, which btw, belongs to The Deepunderground Castle. Located in an undisclosed location in the United Kingdom. Only writers of the underground are welcome here.
Upon further inspection I unluckily slipped into
a big steaming pile of Troll-Poop! Damnit___really?! ...
Pg 1
I was the first witch to notice the magic mushrooms where missing from the apothecary garden, which btw, belongs to The Deepunderground Castle. Located in an undisclosed location in the United Kingdom. Only writers of the underground are welcome here.
Upon further inspection I unluckily slipped into
a big steaming pile of Troll-Poop! Damnit___really?! ...
#magic
39 reads
10 Comments
xinaskirt
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 5:02pm
7th Apr 2021 5:02pm
His Toy
#sex
#BDSM
#dirty #orgasm
#dirty #orgasm
154 reads
14 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 3:15pm
5th Apr 2021 3:15pm
The Daughters of Baal
Amy lit candles and Becky arranged them in a circle on the coffee table. Outside the balcony doors, on the street below, people were arguing. Neither girl heard them. Amy began to chant the words as she read them from a leather-bound book.
‘The daughters of Baal’ is what she called herself and Becky, which made Becky laugh. From emo fangirls to daughters of Baal. Under Amy’s direction she burnt a little wooden cross in a pewter dish. Rejection of the new God, embrace of the old.
Amy and Becky had known each other since they were children growing up on an estate...
‘The daughters of Baal’ is what she called herself and Becky, which made Becky laugh. From emo fangirls to daughters of Baal. Under Amy’s direction she burnt a little wooden cross in a pewter dish. Rejection of the new God, embrace of the old.
Amy and Becky had known each other since they were children growing up on an estate...
#gothic
#ShortStory
28 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 2:50am
4th Apr 2021 2:50am
Late Heavy Bombardment
I said "look, I'm going to go
and finish up my study on
the Late Heavy Bombardment".
He asked, "does that have something
to do with dogs"?
Looking at Louise,
and gesturing his sweetness her direction.
"No", I said, "no it doesn't."
Walking through to my study,
I wondered what I had said,
what it
might have even sounded like...
and finish up my study on
the Late Heavy Bombardment".
He asked, "does that have something
to do with dogs"?
Looking at Louise,
and gesturing his sweetness her direction.
"No", I said, "no it doesn't."
Walking through to my study,
I wondered what I had said,
what it
might have even sounded like...
#men
#BestFriend
#nostalgia
26 reads
0 Comments
spacemod69
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 6:33pm
1st Apr 2021 6:33pm
Eeny-Meeny
Jack surveyed the area. Which one would it be? The tall drink of water standing there preening himself, the good-looking girl at the other end or the wrinkled grandpa. Which indeed.
Taking aim Jack got the shot off, his ball hurtling towards its prey. Choice made.
Taking aim Jack got the shot off, his ball hurtling towards its prey. Choice made.
#determination
17 reads
1 Comment
pizzapocketeer
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 5:51am
31st Mar 2021 5:51am
The Sword and the Werewolf
Back in my day kid, yeah back in my day things were DIFFERENT. They were BETTER. Werewolves were feared and snails forgotten and trampled after a solid full moon and a rain. You see it always rained on the full moon. They used to say that the moon was God’s eye and once a month he needed a good cry. So all he had to do was open one eye and look at us and he would openly weep. He couldn’t open both eyes. That shit would kill him. That much pain. He would off himself that night.
So what did God do? He gave us werewolves and called it a night and now they haunt this village every...
So what did God do? He gave us werewolves and called it a night and now they haunt this village every...
#prose
#werewolves
28 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 9:02pm
28th Mar 2021 9:02pm
The Helicopter
Once more, I consider the possibility that Simon might have a wife and kids. Maybe those little kids are up now, crying for their daddy to come home, like I used to cry for mine when I was little. Reaching for my favourite teddy, I hold it to my chest and let my chin rest on its furry head.
Everything's going to be okay, I promise myself. Mum will see what Simon's really like and chuck him out.
I shiver. In the distance, a police helicopter scours the sky. The noise begins like a group of buzzing bees, getting louder as the helicopter moves closer and closer. The...
Everything's going to be okay, I promise myself. Mum will see what Simon's really like and chuck him out.
I shiver. In the distance, a police helicopter scours the sky. The noise begins like a group of buzzing bees, getting louder as the helicopter moves closer and closer. The...
#mystery
#risk
37 reads
4 Comments
avp
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 1:37pm
28th Mar 2021 1:37pm
Poetry from Panabix’s perspective
Dear time what can I do,
This crazy gnome depends on you.
Ticking, tacking,
passing by.
I try to change you,
Yes I try.
I’ll play with you with spells of mine.
Until you truly make me shine!
This crazy gnome depends on you.
Ticking, tacking,
passing by.
I try to change you,
Yes I try.
I’ll play with you with spells of mine.
Until you truly make me shine!
#TimeHeals
23 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
