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.
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2021 10:37pm
22nd Sep 2021 10:37pm
Gelding House
On the exterior, it was like a carny, I could hear its breath rasping, it seem to know that it had gone too pale, the crows were silent in the trees.
Surrounded by high walls and ivy, it had all the symptoms of being haunted, it showed age spots and the paint was peeling as if it had Psoriasis, at one time it must have had a foppish personality, there were the remains of seed gone to weed gardens.
It reeked of the urine of mice and lizards as I followed an umbilical cord on the floor as if they had danced and bled I entered the parlor.
It was...
Surrounded by high walls and ivy, it had all the symptoms of being haunted, it showed age spots and the paint was peeling as if it had Psoriasis, at one time it must have had a foppish personality, there were the remains of seed gone to weed gardens.
It reeked of the urine of mice and lizards as I followed an umbilical cord on the floor as if they had danced and bled I entered the parlor.
It was...
#dark
#gothic
#ghosts
45 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Sep 2021 1:16am
21st Sep 2021 1:16am
Daffy
Up a flight of stairs from the maw of the dark. There I had spent months sharpening my quill and tattooing my sins with lobotomy ink. "But it tastes so good!" Most of the time I spent reading The Three Bears.
The scream coming from a book of Grimm's fairytales as I followed a trail of fallen pages. Stained with tears of memories spent when I was but an author apprentice. My writing had gone stale and I couldn't make gingerbread stick to a house.
I had recently made friends with an itsy-bitsy tarantula with the cutest red hair. She said it shine because she used Selsun...
The scream coming from a book of Grimm's fairytales as I followed a trail of fallen pages. Stained with tears of memories spent when I was but an author apprentice. My writing had gone stale and I couldn't make gingerbread stick to a house.
I had recently made friends with an itsy-bitsy tarantula with the cutest red hair. She said it shine because she used Selsun...
#funny
45 reads
3 Comments
DaddyScruff
Poem Published
20th Sep 2021 5:26pm
20th Sep 2021 5:26pm
COCKSUCKER
#erotic
#ShortStory
#myself #dirty
#myself #dirty
73 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Sep 2021 3:09pm
19th Sep 2021 3:09pm
A Very Dangerous Man
Alone in a house a man lay bound in ropes, hidden by the night. Not even the moon shone into the cellar, for the small window was boarded up. The man never saw the sun or the stars. He heard no voices, no laughter.
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
#scary
#mystery
#risk
35 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Sep 2021 9:49pm
17th Sep 2021 9:49pm
The Ahooga Winds
As the ahooga of the winds loses its libido turning to silence, dripping. Closing the window abstaining from the frost of my pipedreams. From the scullery of my mind's masago, edible eggs, and roe.
Like a lozenge of pasticcio on my tongue. Creeping a flow of crud beneath the larvae light. Touched by the breath of trickling flesh. From the barium's metallic night.
The blessed long-tail rodent of divinity scratched my throat. Tressed-up in a gothic bow. Hung like wilted red roses from the cellar obscene spilling its blood, like warm mulled red wine. Whispering...
Like a lozenge of pasticcio on my tongue. Creeping a flow of crud beneath the larvae light. Touched by the breath of trickling flesh. From the barium's metallic night.
The blessed long-tail rodent of divinity scratched my throat. Tressed-up in a gothic bow. Hung like wilted red roses from the cellar obscene spilling its blood, like warm mulled red wine. Whispering...
#dark
#gothic
53 reads
0 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 2:56pm
14th Sep 2021 2:56pm
Kill the Producers
trigger warning: implied self-harm and child abuse
Andy started to wake up. He felt his wrists crushed behind his back and tried to release them, only succeeding in intensifying the pain. As the studio lights drew beads of sweat from his bald head so that it looked like an egg left in the sun, he came to the dim realisation that his hands were tied in place.
He tried to open his eyes, but the light was too oppressive for that to happen quickly. Instead, he opened them in stages, finally seeing a blurry image of Julia to his left, in much the same situation as him, her...
Andy started to wake up. He felt his wrists crushed behind his back and tried to release them, only succeeding in intensifying the pain. As the studio lights drew beads of sweat from his bald head so that it looked like an egg left in the sun, he came to the dim realisation that his hands were tied in place.
He tried to open his eyes, but the light was too oppressive for that to happen quickly. Instead, he opened them in stages, finally seeing a blurry image of Julia to his left, in much the same situation as him, her...
#abuse
#evil
#scary #revenge
#scary #revenge
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adagio
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 4:53pm
13th Sep 2021 4:53pm
On The Wall
With a scent of the wood grain and vibration. Beneath the
whittle of my four-post bed and wood chips. Sweeping away
the cobwebs of night. With rockabyes and lullabies and a
shawl. Tossed up in a patched quilt of dreams of two many
nights of the macabre that I have wandered apart from your
elusive shadow. Playing tootsie on the wall.
whittle of my four-post bed and wood chips. Sweeping away
the cobwebs of night. With rockabyes and lullabies and a
shawl. Tossed up in a patched quilt of dreams of two many
nights of the macabre that I have wandered apart from your
elusive shadow. Playing tootsie on the wall.
#dark
36 reads
adagio
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 4:09pm
13th Sep 2021 4:09pm
Screaming For A Voice
In my insecurities of a toad in the hole. Playing Dark Knight
to your Queen. In my Rolodex of untamed blues. Gnawing at my
shadow with a wire mesh of dark rhythms and prose. Feeling
the pulse of midnight as the candle drips castor oil sticking
to my soul. Beneath the mushroom caps of furrows in my mind.
Screaming for a voice.
to your Queen. In my Rolodex of untamed blues. Gnawing at my
shadow with a wire mesh of dark rhythms and prose. Feeling
the pulse of midnight as the candle drips castor oil sticking
to my soul. Beneath the mushroom caps of furrows in my mind.
Screaming for a voice.
#philosophical
31 reads
Ammonite
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 3:52pm
11th Sep 2021 3:52pm
A night half remembered
#sex
48 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Sep 2021 4:12am
11th Sep 2021 4:12am
Coffee Beans For Kisses
Coffee Beans For Kisses
A guy barista paces in front of me seemingly oblivious to my presence at the counter. He disappears into the back room. No sooner does he vanish than my favorite woman barista appears like an angel from a celestial realm. She says, “Hey David told me you were lonely for a woman.”
“Well, truthfully he was right. I need an infusion of female energy. You all are finally catching onto my technique.”
“You better believe it. I see you watching the counter until a woman emerges to serve you. Then you dash up here with a...
A guy barista paces in front of me seemingly oblivious to my presence at the counter. He disappears into the back room. No sooner does he vanish than my favorite woman barista appears like an angel from a celestial realm. She says, “Hey David told me you were lonely for a woman.”
“Well, truthfully he was right. I need an infusion of female energy. You all are finally catching onto my technique.”
“You better believe it. I see you watching the counter until a woman emerges to serve you. Then you dash up here with a...
#women
#dreams
#coffee
#travel
#crush
37 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 7:37pm
10th Sep 2021 7:37pm
Jumped
Blanche had become a widow after running over her husband with
a John Deere riding-mower as he was snorkeling in their jacuzzi.
I'm Herley Swank. Retired NASCAR windshield spritzer. I had just
recently met my betrothed at the hotel lounge. There we matched
polyps and colon pictures. It was love over a pitcher of beer and peanuts.
I was in reasonably good health for eighty-seven years. I drank
Metamucil three times a day. Crapping into adult depends. I also
recharged my earing aid batteries daily.
I had a built-in...
a John Deere riding-mower as he was snorkeling in their jacuzzi.
I'm Herley Swank. Retired NASCAR windshield spritzer. I had just
recently met my betrothed at the hotel lounge. There we matched
polyps and colon pictures. It was love over a pitcher of beer and peanuts.
I was in reasonably good health for eighty-seven years. I drank
Metamucil three times a day. Crapping into adult depends. I also
recharged my earing aid batteries daily.
I had a built-in...
#funny
33 reads
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 2:46am
10th Sep 2021 2:46am
Clear Blue Coffee Dream
Clear Blue Coffee Dream
“Hey you, quit staring at my derriere. In fact, go find a seat boo.”
“But I haven’t paid. Are you suggesting that I benefit from the largess of this coffee shop by getting a coffee and bagel on the house?”
“Oh darling John, I had no idea you hadn’t done your free market duty. Of course, let me ring you up. Thank you for being so honest though a voyeur.”
“You know my roving eyes are a compliment to your beauty. I don’t gaze at just any lass.”
“I bet you say that to all the Barista girls.”
“None other than you...
“Hey you, quit staring at my derriere. In fact, go find a seat boo.”
“But I haven’t paid. Are you suggesting that I benefit from the largess of this coffee shop by getting a coffee and bagel on the house?”
“Oh darling John, I had no idea you hadn’t done your free market duty. Of course, let me ring you up. Thank you for being so honest though a voyeur.”
“You know my roving eyes are a compliment to your beauty. I don’t gaze at just any lass.”
“I bet you say that to all the Barista girls.”
“None other than you...
#love
#marriage
#rebirth
#coffee
#heaven
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7 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
