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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:31am
Yesterday 4:31am
Denver by Cloak of Night 1984
Denver by Cloak of Night 1984
When I check my mail in the lobby there is a note from a woman with whom I spent nights at the skating rink in my fairy tale past. I knew she was here in Denver but had tried to hide from her out of a desire to let ghosts stay in the haunted houses where I dare not trespass. But the slip of paper says, “You bastard.”
That evening she knocks on my door and my heart pounds like a prodigal son waiting to see if he is welcome at home again.
“How did you dig me up out of the graveyard of our past?”
“Your...
When I check my mail in the lobby there is a note from a woman with whom I spent nights at the skating rink in my fairy tale past. I knew she was here in Denver but had tried to hide from her out of a desire to let ghosts stay in the haunted houses where I dare not trespass. But the slip of paper says, “You bastard.”
That evening she knocks on my door and my heart pounds like a prodigal son waiting to see if he is welcome at home again.
“How did you dig me up out of the graveyard of our past?”
“Your...
#women
#men
#romantic
#city
#mountains
19 reads
2 Comments
thewatcher33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 7:32am
18th Jan 2019 7:32am
Ms. Havana
Dio mio Miguel, I caught her cheating again the fucking slut. And do you know what the Fuck she said to me bro?" No, what did she say to you Manuel? "She said, you know I stay wet like a Leakey faucet, always needing attending, if you had the skills of a plumber I wouldn't be constantly needing new pipe madicon. You're lucky you're a very handsome man with beautiful soft lips that kisses me just right and gives me the best facebeat ever, otherwise I would have left your culo a long time ago." Hahahahaaa, what the fuck! did she really say that manny? Him: "the nerve bro, she had the nerve to...
#relationships
#breakup
25 reads
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DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 3:48am
16th Jan 2019 3:48am
I Want To Kill You To Death
Please allow me to say before this story begins that I do not approve of children acting in such a manner as described in this story. My parents would have grounded me for three days if I so much as mentioned wanting to murder 16 of my babysitters.)
He was seven. He started when he was five. His name is Seri Al. He was the first child sent to the electron potty chair in the year 3007. His short career spanned two years. In tabloid literature he was known as the Babysitter Killer. He dispatched thirty-six and one half baby sitters. I know all about him. I was the one half that got...
He was seven. He started when he was five. His name is Seri Al. He was the first child sent to the electron potty chair in the year 3007. His short career spanned two years. In tabloid literature he was known as the Babysitter Killer. He dispatched thirty-six and one half baby sitters. I know all about him. I was the one half that got...
#ShortStory
24 reads
1 Comment
prometheus5290
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 9:41pm
15th Jan 2019 9:41pm
The Two Worst Smells
The runner-up for worst smell I have smelled so far was from the factories near Richmond, Virginia. I was riding shotgun with a friend of mine who rented a moving truck so we could move him from North Carolina and back to New Jersey. Being from New Jersey, and having been to Atlantic City, and most of the other urban areas of New Jersey, it is impressively disgusting that Richmond could out-odor everything else I had smelled in my life before that moment, including poopoo-peepee diapers I had changed for my friend’s son. I am even more impressed by the people who somehow manage to live in...
#HumanRights
#culture
27 reads
2 Comments
Layla
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 7:33pm
14th Jan 2019 7:33pm
The Source of Light
Wisdom is taught by experience
Experience is the teacher experienced, alone.
I stood by the stove, scraping the pan deglazed with splash of Barbera wine we had shared earlier.
The drippings sizzled like two unexpected elements, mutually exclusive clashing together in a malevolent storm.
Why do people hate Trump, he asked. Scrolling his phone, reading political memes, blurting phone-to-text comments, replying like bird droppings .. which made me think of a poster I had seen in Jimmy John’s sub shop, “Sometimes you’re the bird and sometimes...
Experience is the teacher experienced, alone.
I stood by the stove, scraping the pan deglazed with splash of Barbera wine we had shared earlier.
The drippings sizzled like two unexpected elements, mutually exclusive clashing together in a malevolent storm.
Why do people hate Trump, he asked. Scrolling his phone, reading political memes, blurting phone-to-text comments, replying like bird droppings .. which made me think of a poster I had seen in Jimmy John’s sub shop, “Sometimes you’re the bird and sometimes...
#philosophical
99 reads
13 Comments
Catman555
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 5:22pm
14th Jan 2019 5:22pm
Patient's Notebook
#death
#monsters
#mystery
23 reads
0 Comments
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 4:52pm
14th Jan 2019 4:52pm
Living In Every Country Is the Life For Me
Have you ever thought of your home as being a place where each room is like a foreign country? There is the Living Country. And there is the Cooking Country. You have a Dining Country. In another area you have a Sleeping Country. That tiny country is the Bathing Country and the Pee Pee Country and the Poopie Country.
Let us take a journey. Let us start in Livenavia. You are presently sitting on the couch which is the capital city. You look around and see the adjoining counties. The county of the Recliner is such a peaceful place. Television County is right down the road...
Let us take a journey. Let us start in Livenavia. You are presently sitting on the couch which is the capital city. You look around and see the adjoining counties. The county of the Recliner is such a peaceful place. Television County is right down the road...
#home
#travel
18 reads
1 Comment
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 4:51pm
14th Jan 2019 4:51pm
The Fourth of July Coffee Killer
He drank fourteen cups of coffee a day and died on the Fourth of July and he was not even a Yankee, Doodle, or a Dandy. Actually he was a poor pie taster in a dessert factory in Alabama.
Now it happened like this:
He lived in the old Maxwell House. If he had of had any taster's choice he would have still been 'a livin' with Moma. But his relationship with her played itself out to the last drop so one day he moved out.
One Fourth of July back in 1933 he was having his fourteenth and last cup of the morning when he got choked on a swallow of the potent brew. He...
Now it happened like this:
He lived in the old Maxwell House. If he had of had any taster's choice he would have still been 'a livin' with Moma. But his relationship with her played itself out to the last drop so one day he moved out.
One Fourth of July back in 1933 he was having his fourteenth and last cup of the morning when he got choked on a swallow of the potent brew. He...
#coffee
#parody
16 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 1:18am
13th Jan 2019 1:18am
Vagrant in the House of Women
Vagrant in the House of Women
He sleeps in sodium light shadows. There, whiskey weary souls expire like angels in the fetid night air. Their cardiac cauldrons pump like lovers in a final tryst.
On Christmas Eve the Soup Kitchen runs out of meals. The last cup of milk is served. The bewildered hobo roams the storefronts in search of Yuletide generosity from restaurant owners. When he rounds a corner, an angel holds his hand and opens her van door.
His heavenly companion gives him a derriere boost and he feels the warmth of her hand through his...
He sleeps in sodium light shadows. There, whiskey weary souls expire like angels in the fetid night air. Their cardiac cauldrons pump like lovers in a final tryst.
On Christmas Eve the Soup Kitchen runs out of meals. The last cup of milk is served. The bewildered hobo roams the storefronts in search of Yuletide generosity from restaurant owners. When he rounds a corner, an angel holds his hand and opens her van door.
His heavenly companion gives him a derriere boost and he feels the warmth of her hand through his...
#women
#romantic
#angels
#homelessness
#sensual
26 reads
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T_V_Walker
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 10:50pm
8th Jan 2019 10:50pm
Rodrigo's Eyes
Rodrigo was a kind man, who worked harder than most. He always had something funny ready to ease a frown. He walked barefoot on the deck of the Santa Maria, optimistic about the voyage, and full of laughter. He used to brag he had the hardest feet in Spain if not the world. The crew relied on Rodrigo to keep their spirits high. He would stay awake for days and pass out on the deck. He loved the stars like he loved his family. Everyone loved Rodrigo, he was a great man. He was spiritual about his watch duty. They never whipped him for falling asleep. The horizon was a constant magic for...
#sea
49 reads
4 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 4:00pm
8th Jan 2019 4:00pm
A...Leading Many
A king leading an army of many followers came across a wizard, who said, “with my powers, you can defeat many armies.” The king took the wizard with him to the next battle, and before the warriors even engaged, the wizard went to the front of the line, and recited a magical verse that protected those who had proclaimed heartfelt submission to the king whose name was pronounced at the end of the verse. With this protection, the king’s men were able to win many battles, slaughtering many warriors, and enslaving any women who survived the onslaught.
Hearing of this impending conflict, A...
Hearing of this impending conflict, A...
#Buddhist
#peace
#freedom
40 reads
2 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 3:49pm
8th Jan 2019 3:49pm
Medusa: Furious Rapture
#abuse
#revenge
37 reads
0 Comments
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