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.
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Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
Today 4:59am
Today 4:59am
room 311C
Dust settles in a sunlit room that hasn’t been touched in
A very long while
But for the faint breeze that tendrils in through the crack in the window
And there is a tiny leak in the ceiling
That falls into an abandoned potted pencil plant
That keeps it alive, accidentally,
And there is an old computer white and black letters unplugged
On the desk with a few textbooks
And other things like gold plated event pins and memos from dead colleagues
And the lights are off
But the key to the room has been lost
Only you had it
But nobody...
A very long while
But for the faint breeze that tendrils in through the crack in the window
And there is a tiny leak in the ceiling
That falls into an abandoned potted pencil plant
That keeps it alive, accidentally,
And there is an old computer white and black letters unplugged
On the desk with a few textbooks
And other things like gold plated event pins and memos from dead colleagues
And the lights are off
But the key to the room has been lost
Only you had it
But nobody...
#death
18 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:23am
Yesterday 1:23am
Bolshoi Barista
Bolshoi Barista
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
#romantic
#beauty
#coffee
#funny
#dance
27 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 00:44am
24th Mar 2023 00:44am
A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate By Design
The Closer I Get To You
DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
Naynina felt a soft feather tip to her cheek. She heard voices speaking about her, as if she could not hear. The voices above were overcrowding her brain’s neurons.
“Naynina, open your eyes,” a smooth baritone voice, on the other side of her warm cocoon, demanded of her.
Naynina’s eyes slowly opened. They fluttered to adjust her vision within the dimness of the bedroom.
Professor Peeples and Dracon’s presence were bent over her supine position.
Naynina...
DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania
Naynina felt a soft feather tip to her cheek. She heard voices speaking about her, as if she could not hear. The voices above were overcrowding her brain’s neurons.
“Naynina, open your eyes,” a smooth baritone voice, on the other side of her warm cocoon, demanded of her.
Naynina’s eyes slowly opened. They fluttered to adjust her vision within the dimness of the bedroom.
Professor Peeples and Dracon’s presence were bent over her supine position.
Naynina...
#vampires
#fairies
#UnrequitedLove #nostalgia
#UnrequitedLove #nostalgia
137 reads
8 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 9:04pm
23rd Mar 2023 9:04pm
Book Review
I don't know, "What are you thinking, human thoughts? Human?"
The Man Who Loved the Universe by Alan Dean Foster
Who is Kies Van Le Maclean? Uh, his identity is obvious: his first mission at the age of twenty-two is for Red Scandal, one of the planet's gangsters, the same day he goes to banish Red himself from the latter's supposed stronghold. Keys was now the man in charge of the gang himself, but he never again had to resort to violence to do so. He was an underworld leader who illegally rose to the 83rd level, based on the unexpectedness of each of the...
The Man Who Loved the Universe by Alan Dean Foster
Who is Kies Van Le Maclean? Uh, his identity is obvious: his first mission at the age of twenty-two is for Red Scandal, one of the planet's gangsters, the same day he goes to banish Red himself from the latter's supposed stronghold. Keys was now the man in charge of the gang himself, but he never again had to resort to violence to do so. He was an underworld leader who illegally rose to the 83rd level, based on the unexpectedness of each of the...
#aliens
#scifi
38 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 7:19pm
21st Mar 2023 7:19pm
Silent, The Day After
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
I wasn't sure what had hit me when I woke to the sound of the gong in the morning. Let's go through the list. Hangover, big and ugly. Sore throat, the shivers. Rubbish party on an abandoned fairground last night...a disagreement with Terence Harlesden's son Scott...rain and wind and a wild sea. And after all that, the waitress with the honey-blonde hair crying in the hut in the Remembrance Garden, resting her head on my shoulder. We'd got a bit intimate, hadn't we? Well, intimate for two people who'd never met.
The gong sounded again and a...
I wasn't sure what had hit me when I woke to the sound of the gong in the morning. Let's go through the list. Hangover, big and ugly. Sore throat, the shivers. Rubbish party on an abandoned fairground last night...a disagreement with Terence Harlesden's son Scott...rain and wind and a wild sea. And after all that, the waitress with the honey-blonde hair crying in the hut in the Remembrance Garden, resting her head on my shoulder. We'd got a bit intimate, hadn't we? Well, intimate for two people who'd never met.
The gong sounded again and a...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
34 reads
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 6:28pm
20th Mar 2023 6:28pm
In One Door ...
Friday night was league night and I was Captain of the team. I was setting a good example by keeping the chitlins warm in the bucket of grandpa's backhoe.
"O say can you see?"
A flyover of 5 wild turkeys in information with colors of red, white, and blue trailing. In one door and out through the car wash. Saaaaaaaaalute!
The bowling alley had four lanes and one frigging avenue that was set aside for long-eared rhubarb. Aunt Thema Imogene was smoking the weasel in the BBQ pit to make Manwich sandwiches. Granny had just polished her out-of-pawned,...
"O say can you see?"
A flyover of 5 wild turkeys in information with colors of red, white, and blue trailing. In one door and out through the car wash. Saaaaaaaaalute!
The bowling alley had four lanes and one frigging avenue that was set aside for long-eared rhubarb. Aunt Thema Imogene was smoking the weasel in the BBQ pit to make Manwich sandwiches. Granny had just polished her out-of-pawned,...
#funny
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Rianne
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 3:29pm
20th Mar 2023 3:29pm
Book of words /chapter one
As the darkness was leading the way. I woke to find myself in a coach.
Driven by ancient Silverwolves who come from the worlds of myth, . .
They are magical creatures whose instincts remind us of our own animal self sometimes. They are guides of the goddess and signify the need for the heard. The immortal hunger to follow the Moon Mother...
Moon, as their mother, is the womb.
To her they howl, and their howl is one of unfullfilled longing.
When I listen to their haunted voices, I hear a wild uncontroled cry for freedom. Their cry is for Life. for the...
Driven by ancient Silverwolves who come from the worlds of myth, . .
They are magical creatures whose instincts remind us of our own animal self sometimes. They are guides of the goddess and signify the need for the heard. The immortal hunger to follow the Moon Mother...
Moon, as their mother, is the womb.
To her they howl, and their howl is one of unfullfilled longing.
When I listen to their haunted voices, I hear a wild uncontroled cry for freedom. Their cry is for Life. for the...
#universe
#fiction
#mythology
36 reads
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Rianne
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 9:23am
19th Mar 2023 9:23am
Fauna/a story
When world was yet not made, mayhap purpose was lost to be found in simplicities where bonfire spoke. Talking sticks were handed. Stones spoke their wisdom as did raindrops fall kinder softer milder. Once upon a time.
Where to begin aligned in dusk our reptilian brain awake aware.
In the floral gardens of Persia cosmic Queen lived. These lands were captured in third dimension though partly in fifth and sixth dimension. It was an inheritance from her great grandfather. The fundaments were far greater than lands, a small chapel and Mesopotamian castle were merely part of its...
Where to begin aligned in dusk our reptilian brain awake aware.
In the floral gardens of Persia cosmic Queen lived. These lands were captured in third dimension though partly in fifth and sixth dimension. It was an inheritance from her great grandfather. The fundaments were far greater than lands, a small chapel and Mesopotamian castle were merely part of its...
#fiction
#mythology
#symbolism
32 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 00:39am
19th Mar 2023 00:39am
A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate
#vampires
#fairies
#UnrequitedLove
146 reads
5 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 6:48pm
18th Mar 2023 6:48pm
The Seed Part 5 (For His Eyes Only)
#erotic
#BDSM
#ShortStory
#sensual
#sexy
84 reads
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 3:41pm
18th Mar 2023 3:41pm
GumShue
It all started several months ago when I, Envious Gumshue, was given my pink slip at The Toadstool Inn restaurant. You would have thought that it would have come with lace, but it did get my attention. One has to understand, what "The Stool" lacked in etiquette, it made up for with chewing gum stuck beneath the tables. However, on first entering, you got the feeling of silence as if in meditation. Humming could be heard wafting in the pungent aroma of weeks-old bacon drippings. As if Gregorian chanters, roaches were smacking their gums, humming.
It all started at 6:00 am...
It all started at 6:00 am...
#funny
43 reads
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Her
Poem Published
17th Mar 2023 8:52pm
17th Mar 2023 8:52pm
The Seed Part 4 (A Virgin to His Ways)
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#ShortStory
#sexy
93 reads
1 Comment
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