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.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Today 4:33am
Today 4:33am
Good To The Last Drop
#love
#lust
#passion #obsession
#passion #obsession
14 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2021 1:10am
3rd Dec 2021 1:10am
What’s Mine Is Mine.. Mm… Say’s Who
#lust
#lies
#lover
#passion
#deception
40 reads
9 Comments
blocat
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 7:27pm
1st Dec 2021 7:27pm
Not Habitual
#loneliness
#shame
#frustration
15 reads
0 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 10:03pm
30th Nov 2021 10:03pm
Bad Santa Girl Ch 4
Break into that mansion and scare him away and claim this home as your own," he says after teleporting us to a gated community.
"You're really trusting me with this?" I ask.
"Absolutely. You deserve it. We deserve it."
He explained to me further that this house belonged to a greedy, rich man. One who conned people.
I was definitely ready to partake in his suffering after hearing that.
Using Duplighost's power since he's a part of me, I transformed into Mew, floating off, darting right into the bedroom window with my pink force field....
"You're really trusting me with this?" I ask.
"Absolutely. You deserve it. We deserve it."
He explained to me further that this house belonged to a greedy, rich man. One who conned people.
I was definitely ready to partake in his suffering after hearing that.
Using Duplighost's power since he's a part of me, I transformed into Mew, floating off, darting right into the bedroom window with my pink force field....
#Christmas
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Northern1
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 8:51pm
30th Nov 2021 8:51pm
ZAP
I became aware. It was a gradual awakening, dimly dimly at first and perhaps best described as slowly becoming aware that I was becoming aware.
Where am I, what is going on, who am I, those were my first coherent thoughts and one came after the other and so I noticed that time was a thing. It was my second discovery,
the first realizing that I was. I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I sensed nothing except the passing of time, a reality which quickly became intolerable to me.
I am in some sort of captivity, I deduced, I have to break free. Something had confined me...
Where am I, what is going on, who am I, those were my first coherent thoughts and one came after the other and so I noticed that time was a thing. It was my second discovery,
the first realizing that I was. I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I sensed nothing except the passing of time, a reality which quickly became intolerable to me.
I am in some sort of captivity, I deduced, I have to break free. Something had confined me...
#happiness
#love
#TruthOfLife #frustration
#TruthOfLife #frustration
29 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
30th Nov 2021 4:50pm
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Seeking Forgiveness From Carmen
Gloria the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea room....
Gloria the waitress says, “Are you bored with this side of town? I bet there are a lot of great attractions around the college town where you are going?”
“The reason I am moving is that the house needs a lot of repairs.”
“You told me that.”
Drawn by Auld Lang Syne my city wheels roll in clouds of time.
The weathered facades of a wooden portrait of the once-grand restaurant broke my heart. The candlelit room where I dined on my last supper with her had retreated to the size of a small tea room....
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #MovingOn
#romantic #MovingOn
20 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 12:51pm
30th Nov 2021 12:51pm
Bad Santa Girl Ch 3
The park it is, my dear," he says.
He opens the rip that is this indoor realm. We are finally on Earth again. Spiritual Earth. He had explained before that this Earth mirrors the one Angel is on, Angel who inhabits my body. I'm her spirit, Alia.
Confusing, I know.
Marilyn Edgar Park. He knew which one to go to.
Lovely.
"Wanna get naked and swing?" I ask
"What?" he asks me with skepticism at first but then accepts.
Accepts when I say, "To piss off all the censoring freaks. To show them that the naked body ain't...
He opens the rip that is this indoor realm. We are finally on Earth again. Spiritual Earth. He had explained before that this Earth mirrors the one Angel is on, Angel who inhabits my body. I'm her spirit, Alia.
Confusing, I know.
Marilyn Edgar Park. He knew which one to go to.
Lovely.
"Wanna get naked and swing?" I ask
"What?" he asks me with skepticism at first but then accepts.
Accepts when I say, "To piss off all the censoring freaks. To show them that the naked body ain't...
#Christmas
18 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 12:40pm
30th Nov 2021 12:40pm
Bad Santa Girl Ch 2
My father once said that I'd be the one out of the family that'd make a true difference. He may have been a bastard, but he knew things like a prophet. When delusional before, I thought he was god. Thank God that shit over.
But unfortunately the shit with Jason never is. The pain over him motivated me to become a dark pop princess. To be a dark pop princess, you have to know deep darkness, and I know it more than probably many dark pop princesses out there. There was one who sung about how she made boys cry.
Impressive.
But girl, I make boys cry AND go to...
But unfortunately the shit with Jason never is. The pain over him motivated me to become a dark pop princess. To be a dark pop princess, you have to know deep darkness, and I know it more than probably many dark pop princesses out there. There was one who sung about how she made boys cry.
Impressive.
But girl, I make boys cry AND go to...
#Christmas
18 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 3:29am
30th Nov 2021 3:29am
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 9
Ch 9
This was part of what drove me to kill- being with Angel, having to be her taxi driver, having to answer her texts, her calls, having to pay for everything...
It wasn't just that my dad was an asshole; it was that I had to save myself from getting killed by Diana's father. Did it spoil my reputation? Yes. Did I care or do I even truly give a fuck now?
No.
No, I don't. And I never did.
I just needed Diana to have a reason to live, someone to love her, someone to give her hope. Call it codependency, call it unhealthy, but I don't...
This was part of what drove me to kill- being with Angel, having to be her taxi driver, having to answer her texts, her calls, having to pay for everything...
It wasn't just that my dad was an asshole; it was that I had to save myself from getting killed by Diana's father. Did it spoil my reputation? Yes. Did I care or do I even truly give a fuck now?
No.
No, I don't. And I never did.
I just needed Diana to have a reason to live, someone to love her, someone to give her hope. Call it codependency, call it unhealthy, but I don't...
#murder
25 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 10:45pm
29th Nov 2021 10:45pm
The Murderer Who Wasn't a Monster Ch 7 & 8
Ch 7 Diana's pov
"You're not going to get away with this," I say.
"Shut up, you little brat," he says back, that line confirming it for me.
I am in an abusive relationship with my father. A sexual one at that.
I am waking up to the cruel reality that the father I knew is not a father. But a monster.
The real one, not Darryl.
"You better kiss me and make things better, you little bitch," he said, less jokingly this time. More rough. More...real and less like the fantasy I had been living in.
For what girl wouldn't...
"You're not going to get away with this," I say.
"Shut up, you little brat," he says back, that line confirming it for me.
I am in an abusive relationship with my father. A sexual one at that.
I am waking up to the cruel reality that the father I knew is not a father. But a monster.
The real one, not Darryl.
"You better kiss me and make things better, you little bitch," he said, less jokingly this time. More rough. More...real and less like the fantasy I had been living in.
For what girl wouldn't...
#romantic
#murder
15 reads
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 6:18pm
29th Nov 2021 6:18pm
The Beginning of Something Old
As dusk fell on the city of Marseille, with icy waves lapping delicately on the docks below and streetlights beginning to paint the pavement beautiful shades of amber and gold, two identical and shadowy figures lie hidden as they await night’s veil. Neither do much more than flash a shiny and crooked grin as the lamp nearest to their corner flickers, then fades out. The gloom falls over them like a heavy blanket, allowing them to slink around the brick corner and out of view of the naked eye. They continue walking, each shape matching the other’s pace to perfection until they near a second...
#fiction
#mystery
#hypocrisy
31 reads
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 6:09pm
29th Nov 2021 6:09pm
Claustrophobic
Good morning.”
“…Who are you?”
“It is not who, but what. Are you ready?”
“What?”
“Goodnight.”
Moments after you’ve woken up, a disembodied voice greets you from nowhere in particular. It doesn’t sound echoed at all, simply… flat. Centered. Directly within your mind. It does not sound amused yet. Now that it’s finished its nonsensical greeting, you are plunged into void. Not quite darkness- as with darkness, at least you know that something is there, and perhaps you are not alone. Here, floating yet grounded in this abyss, you are incredibly sure that you are alone....
“…Who are you?”
“It is not who, but what. Are you ready?”
“What?”
“Goodnight.”
Moments after you’ve woken up, a disembodied voice greets you from nowhere in particular. It doesn’t sound echoed at all, simply… flat. Centered. Directly within your mind. It does not sound amused yet. Now that it’s finished its nonsensical greeting, you are plunged into void. Not quite darkness- as with darkness, at least you know that something is there, and perhaps you are not alone. Here, floating yet grounded in this abyss, you are incredibly sure that you are alone....
#anxiety
#nightmares
#fear
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