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.
Pishashee
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:56pm
Yesterday 4:56pm
Ben was falling
Ben started falling through space again;
Falling, falling,
falling through space and time.
He sees the star chanting as if it were alive,
tumbling through the atmosphere,
pulling him farther and farther
away from earth in its direction, rippling through the void of space,
moving boundless
with the tide of energy that now surround him.
He saw far away
and far apart
across vast distances,
and then back close
so immediately
as things were ...
Falling, falling,
falling through space and time.
He sees the star chanting as if it were alive,
tumbling through the atmosphere,
pulling him farther and farther
away from earth in its direction, rippling through the void of space,
moving boundless
with the tide of energy that now surround him.
He saw far away
and far apart
across vast distances,
and then back close
so immediately
as things were ...
#universe
#stars
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:53pm
Yesterday 1:53pm
Murmur - with rubyredheart
How many voices have you heard today? Listening to what others
have to say. Through the wall of your mind, echoing. From the
attic where dead time is stored in a box. Ignored and now
wilted memories of mom's coffee pot, dripping insomnia. While
grandpa's ashes rest in the Crock-Pot. In conversation with
the biscuits and gravy waiting for the washer to stop cycling.
How many voices have you heard today?
Where have their flights taken your soul today? In a canoe
on the river, did those ashes breathe and stroke the water?
Did that...
have to say. Through the wall of your mind, echoing. From the
attic where dead time is stored in a box. Ignored and now
wilted memories of mom's coffee pot, dripping insomnia. While
grandpa's ashes rest in the Crock-Pot. In conversation with
the biscuits and gravy waiting for the washer to stop cycling.
How many voices have you heard today?
Where have their flights taken your soul today? In a canoe
on the river, did those ashes breathe and stroke the water?
Did that...
#despair
#emptiness
#collaboration
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QuietusQuill
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:55am
Yesterday 4:55am
Sagesse et glace, derrama como merlot, in una lucciola, espira
I.
Ma nervure réfléchissante
tu mérites
tout homme qui chérit
quel trésor tu es,
un louvre ambulant,
un diamant enchaîné,
un phénix affamé;
Je chuchote avec conviction
vouloir t'entendre respirer,
cela l'emporte sur toutes les vagues
de chaque océan de cette plaine.
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II.
deitado com você
envolto em calor
como por exemplo
beijos de rosário
prender nosso olhar fixo
e aquelas carriças assobiando
de uma manhã de seda
valem a pena...
Ma nervure réfléchissante
tu mérites
tout homme qui chérit
quel trésor tu es,
un louvre ambulant,
un diamant enchaîné,
un phénix affamé;
Je chuchote avec conviction
vouloir t'entendre respirer,
cela l'emporte sur toutes les vagues
de chaque océan de cette plaine.
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II.
deitado com você
envolto em calor
como por exemplo
beijos de rosário
prender nosso olhar fixo
e aquelas carriças assobiando
de uma manhã de seda
valem a pena...
#love
#relationships
#romantic
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Pishashee
Poem Published
15th May 2022 8:05pm
15th May 2022 8:05pm
How many writers today...
Try being a
typewriter
looking at a blank
sheet of paper
that's already
daring you
to throw it away,
you wake each morning
already knowing
that the
piece of paper
is going to show
up in your heart.
typewriter
looking at a blank
sheet of paper
that's already
daring you
to throw it away,
you wake each morning
already knowing
that the
piece of paper
is going to show
up in your heart.
#MyInspiration
#learning
#escape #wisdom
#escape #wisdom
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adagio
Poem Published
15th May 2022 3:50pm
15th May 2022 3:50pm
Prophecy From the Oracles.
Lifted by the cheddar moon," tout suite," immediately. The
provocateurs of hardcore punk twilight. Rising to the occasion
of claustrophobic loneliness. Culling chapped lips from the
peat, along with granite stones. The night they buried me with a
stake, from the hounds, using the bones of a Rothweiler.
As if a chameleon, death walks twilight with a social gait
among the soot hung low from chimney tops. Attired in an
unholy plague of prophecy from the oracles.
Shadowed by a hunger for death's carrion. Out of...
provocateurs of hardcore punk twilight. Rising to the occasion
of claustrophobic loneliness. Culling chapped lips from the
peat, along with granite stones. The night they buried me with a
stake, from the hounds, using the bones of a Rothweiler.
As if a chameleon, death walks twilight with a social gait
among the soot hung low from chimney tops. Attired in an
unholy plague of prophecy from the oracles.
Shadowed by a hunger for death's carrion. Out of...
#dark
#gothic
#vampires
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Pishashee
Poem Published
15th May 2022 1:48am
15th May 2022 1:48am
The Nature of Roses
The maestro spoke,
"To all the poets;
what is the nature of the rose?"
And yet, longing to speak, the poets sat in silence.
The maestro moves on to the next,
"To all the scientists; what is the nature of the rose to the rose-bed?"
"A bed of roses!" Exclaims a poet.
"Quiet", said a scientist, "it was asked of me. And besides, that's a dumb answer.
Its the soil", he snarled at her, staring.
"It is a relation made by way of a symbiotic flow. A flow of energy that proceeds the mycorrhiza to the soil,...
"To all the poets;
what is the nature of the rose?"
And yet, longing to speak, the poets sat in silence.
The maestro moves on to the next,
"To all the scientists; what is the nature of the rose to the rose-bed?"
"A bed of roses!" Exclaims a poet.
"Quiet", said a scientist, "it was asked of me. And besides, that's a dumb answer.
Its the soil", he snarled at her, staring.
"It is a relation made by way of a symbiotic flow. A flow of energy that proceeds the mycorrhiza to the soil,...
#relationships
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Pishashee
Poem Published
14th May 2022 7:27pm
14th May 2022 7:27pm
The Nature of the Cat
You are dumb
is what
you are,
and you
have no great
sense of anything.
That's what the
cat was
thinking,
watching a mouse, being so
nasty & tasty...
is what
you are,
and you
have no great
sense of anything.
That's what the
cat was
thinking,
watching a mouse, being so
nasty & tasty...
#city
#rose
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Pishashee
Poem Published
14th May 2022 2:15am
14th May 2022 2:15am
Rock & Roll Dreams
Formaly known as an Unnamed children’s book.
----
Ben falls into a deep sleep
listening to his grandmother
repeating his favorite story.
Falling through space & time,
Ben starts dreaming.
He sees a star chanting at him
as if it were alive in the night,
pulling him nearer and near.
The star was changing color,
it was in constant motion,
dancing almost.
The light was wondrous
as...
----
Ben falls into a deep sleep
listening to his grandmother
repeating his favorite story.
Falling through space & time,
Ben starts dreaming.
He sees a star chanting at him
as if it were alive in the night,
pulling him nearer and near.
The star was changing color,
it was in constant motion,
dancing almost.
The light was wondrous
as...
#aliens
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Pishashee
Poem Published
12th May 2022 11:30pm
12th May 2022 11:30pm
Excerpt from 1st Children’s Book, Unnamed. The Dream
A scene from Ben's dream.
Ben goes to Saturn and meets an alien(the kitten from the rock).
Her name is Lea. Lea is a beautiful Sable siamese.
Ben saw there were several points of Lea that were saturated in color; shades and shades of it.
There was an especially deeper richness bursting from all around her ears.
And there was a star of white that lay on her chest.
Ben goes to Saturn and meets an alien(the kitten from the rock).
Her name is Lea. Lea is a beautiful Sable siamese.
Ben saw there were several points of Lea that were saturated in color; shades and shades of it.
There was an especially deeper richness bursting from all around her ears.
And there was a star of white that lay on her chest.
#aliens
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James_A_Knight
Poem Published
12th May 2022 10:02pm
12th May 2022 10:02pm
Where is Warren Goodge?
Tell me where he is?’ said a man in a tailed leather jacket. He stood next to a woman tied to a chair.
‘I don’t know, and if I did know I wouldn’t tell you.’
‘This can get very nasty, we haven’t even got started, and I’m told women have a higher pain threshold.
Amelia didn’t flinch. The dark clung to a solitary lampshade. The basement stank of blood and fear.
‘Is this how you treat a daughter of Racat? Is this the glorious revolution in action, torturing a woman in the basement of the palace? Can’t you see why Warren does what he does? Doesn’t this make...
‘I don’t know, and if I did know I wouldn’t tell you.’
‘This can get very nasty, we haven’t even got started, and I’m told women have a higher pain threshold.
Amelia didn’t flinch. The dark clung to a solitary lampshade. The basement stank of blood and fear.
‘Is this how you treat a daughter of Racat? Is this the glorious revolution in action, torturing a woman in the basement of the palace? Can’t you see why Warren does what he does? Doesn’t this make...
#rebellion
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
12th May 2022 11:47am
12th May 2022 11:47am
The Hornet and the Spider
in playground quiet
childhood swings
spinster sinister spinning
spreading lattice
marking the artflow
soul pneumatics
welcoming Spring
in dark corners
for palpable thing
black diamond
vampirical suspense
queen of the hunt
indomitable
definable
exquisite
mortifiable preying
in all her splendour
corpulent
crowned with obsidian
eyes incorporeal jewels
master-crafted her world
far from other realms
interweaving
interconnected
conduits
not a thread was left ...
childhood swings
spinster sinister spinning
spreading lattice
marking the artflow
soul pneumatics
welcoming Spring
in dark corners
for palpable thing
black diamond
vampirical suspense
queen of the hunt
indomitable
definable
exquisite
mortifiable preying
in all her splendour
corpulent
crowned with obsidian
eyes incorporeal jewels
master-crafted her world
far from other realms
interweaving
interconnected
conduits
not a thread was left ...
#hope
#war
#nature
#bees
#bittersweet
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Pishashee
Poem Published
11th May 2022 8:28am
11th May 2022 8:28am
Shadow
I hid behind
the rock;
She said
yes sir
thank you sir
your dark
humor sir;
as the Shadow
drug her off.
the rock;
She said
yes sir
thank you sir
your dark
humor sir;
as the Shadow
drug her off.
#aliens
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