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.
subrosa
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 8:18pm
11th Aug 2020 8:18pm
The Prince and the Nagini {pt V}
She could not lift her gaze to meet his eyes just yet. She was not brave enough to have that battle. Her long, black hair was her veil between herself and these feelings bubbling as a volcano about to burst.
He knew he ought to leave at this point. He knew he was supposed to allow this small creature some space to assess what had transpired. He could not. He had to stay with her now, he needed to know her response to his revelation that she was in a land of barbarism. That her only protection was him and that she could leave, have safe passage, but to where? For now, at least, she...
He knew he ought to leave at this point. He knew he was supposed to allow this small creature some space to assess what had transpired. He could not. He had to stay with her now, he needed to know her response to his revelation that she was in a land of barbarism. That her only protection was him and that she could leave, have safe passage, but to where? For now, at least, she...
#love
#dark
#romantic #FallingInLove
#romantic #FallingInLove
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subrosa
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 7:41pm
11th Aug 2020 7:41pm
The Prince and the Nagini {ptIV}
Etiquette states you are to attend a banquet tonight, hosted by, Yours Truly"
The Prince announced reluctantly.
"And you don't wish to be seen with me?"
"No, Not at all, quite the opposite, in fact, I don't want the whole court attendance to gawk at you."
His shift was uncomfortable, a knowing tell he feared not being able to protect her from the men he surrounded himself with; ministers, advocates, politicians, etc.
"Are you afraid of or for me, Sir?"
He pondered her question, he thought deeply about all questions. "Of" her?...
The Prince announced reluctantly.
"And you don't wish to be seen with me?"
"No, Not at all, quite the opposite, in fact, I don't want the whole court attendance to gawk at you."
His shift was uncomfortable, a knowing tell he feared not being able to protect her from the men he surrounded himself with; ministers, advocates, politicians, etc.
"Are you afraid of or for me, Sir?"
He pondered her question, he thought deeply about all questions. "Of" her?...
#love
#dark
#erotic #magic
#erotic #magic
19 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 6:44pm
11th Aug 2020 6:44pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Nine)
#love
#corruption
#politics #passion
#politics #passion
41 reads
6 Comments
subrosa
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 4:00am
11th Aug 2020 4:00am
The Prince and the Nagini {ptIII}
Dreams were black, no messages or directions, waking was difficult, her mind was heavy and wanted to stay in the dense blanket of sleep, but she knew she had to push herself now. If she did not fight to live this sleep would take hold until her lifeforce left the body. Besides, she could smell warm, buttered bread and coffee, there was living to be had before the black eternal sleep.
This was the first time she took him in. Sitting at her bedside with a look of hope and pain. She shuffled to a seated position and propped herself up on the wall with a stuffed pillowcase of duck...
This was the first time she took him in. Sitting at her bedside with a look of hope and pain. She shuffled to a seated position and propped herself up on the wall with a stuffed pillowcase of duck...
#love
#dark
#magic
22 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 00:44am
11th Aug 2020 00:44am
When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Eight)
#love
#corruption
#politics #passion
#politics #passion
42 reads
15 Comments
subrosa
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 5:50pm
10th Aug 2020 5:50pm
The Prince and the Nagini {ptII}
When she woke up and looked around the room to survey the details she felt at ease.She sensed the atmosphere in the room was settled, it was a good sleeping room. The bed was covered in pelts, the walls, although stone, were beautiful with sporadically hung tapestries and opulent furniture. This was a royal bedroom, clearly, or one of great wealth and discernment.
Her body was drained, as she attempted to get up she felt the weight of her body pulling with the gravity of the bed and fell back onto the comfort and the sheets. Her hair was extraordinary, it appeared to shimmer like a...
Her body was drained, as she attempted to get up she felt the weight of her body pulling with the gravity of the bed and fell back onto the comfort and the sheets. Her hair was extraordinary, it appeared to shimmer like a...
#love
#dark
#magic
20 reads
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subrosa
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 3:53pm
10th Aug 2020 3:53pm
The Prince and the Nagini {part I}
The red, blood hue of the sky cast a scarlet light over the lake, the sunlight made the water appear as a pool of blood. Even the mountain in the background in its magnificence appeared like a mound of flesh. The air was warm and pleasant, like a soft, summer's evening. In the distance, a royal procession galloped. Riders wearing royal crests and riding jet black, perfectly trained horses. As the riders met the sight they paused to take in the majestic display from sky to scenery; and over the menstrual waters. There seemed to be a figure coming from the centre of the lake. The eyesight of...
#love
#dark
#magic
34 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 5:56am
10th Aug 2020 5:56am
The Myth of Boyhood - Love in Limbo
The Myth of Boyhood
My grandparents are still alive though feeble. We have dinner and from there I go to the neighborhood forest where I played as a child. My quest is to dig up a time capsule I had left under the ruins of treehouse when I was a wee lad. Therein lays the story of the boy I once was. If the memorabilia is well preserved in the Tupperware box then the artifacts of my lost youth may be the key to my future.
But when I arrive at the entrance there is a young lady lying in a lawn chair. She informs me that the property is private and I can go no...
My grandparents are still alive though feeble. We have dinner and from there I go to the neighborhood forest where I played as a child. My quest is to dig up a time capsule I had left under the ruins of treehouse when I was a wee lad. Therein lays the story of the boy I once was. If the memorabilia is well preserved in the Tupperware box then the artifacts of my lost youth may be the key to my future.
But when I arrive at the entrance there is a young lady lying in a lawn chair. She informs me that the property is private and I can go no...
#erotic
#angels
#mythology #magic
#mythology #magic
17 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Aug 2020 9:08pm
9th Aug 2020 9:08pm
Amnesia And Menace
Footsteps outside her front gate on the night of the storm.
The shifting shadows darkening the pathway on the walk back to the cottage.
The timer switch adjusting position in the early hours of yesterday morning.
The call from the woman objecting to her living in the town.
The thick rural darkness.
Dead silence.
Rolling onto her side, she reaches for the pillow and presses the cool fabric against her face.
For a long time, she lies like this, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, longing for sleep, yet dreading it in case she...
The shifting shadows darkening the pathway on the walk back to the cottage.
The timer switch adjusting position in the early hours of yesterday morning.
The call from the woman objecting to her living in the town.
The thick rural darkness.
Dead silence.
Rolling onto her side, she reaches for the pillow and presses the cool fabric against her face.
For a long time, she lies like this, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing, longing for sleep, yet dreading it in case she...
#loneliness
#mystery
#risk
31 reads
8 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 5:35pm
8th Aug 2020 5:35pm
BOOK OF WORDS -sequence chapter 1, chapter 2
Chapter 1) It begins (second part)
They are called “Clan of Nor” and wear the history of a peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely built and slightly larger. Chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept. Each time I touch the Main Leading Wolves fur I am filled with pine needle dreams , forest dances in their eyes.Many a myth they tell me. They came from the OLd World far , long ago before existence of any written history. Before mankand named them Wolf.
Varg, Evening Wolf- who is the main Leader, he tells me stories....
They are called “Clan of Nor” and wear the history of a peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely built and slightly larger. Chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept. Each time I touch the Main Leading Wolves fur I am filled with pine needle dreams , forest dances in their eyes.Many a myth they tell me. They came from the OLd World far , long ago before existence of any written history. Before mankand named them Wolf.
Varg, Evening Wolf- who is the main Leader, he tells me stories....
#universe
#nature
#mythology
37 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Bumped 2nd Aug 2020 5:14am
28th Jul 2020 8:30pm
28th Jul 2020 8:30pm
Beautiful Blanchisseuse of Bourbon Street
Beautiful Blanchisseuse of Bourbon Street
I walk through the party feeling the brush of women’s evening gowns. Their perfume scents my passage. A woman stops me with her hand pressed to my chest. “Sir, this is a formal party. You can’t go around with your shirt collar stained. Here, let me wipe it for you” she says. “Oh goodness, the light here is so poor and I can’t see what I’m doing. Please, follow me to a well-lit room so I can properly remove the smear.”
She is wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a...
I walk through the party feeling the brush of women’s evening gowns. Their perfume scents my passage. A woman stops me with her hand pressed to my chest. “Sir, this is a formal party. You can’t go around with your shirt collar stained. Here, let me wipe it for you” she says. “Oh goodness, the light here is so poor and I can’t see what I’m doing. Please, follow me to a well-lit room so I can properly remove the smear.”
She is wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a...
#love
#romantic
#sex
#erotic
#funny
81 reads
6 Comments
Rickji
Poem Published
30th Jul 2020 7:41pm
30th Jul 2020 7:41pm
Vessels
Collection of pencils
Some disdained
The honorable ones
Kept in vessels.
Some disdained
The honorable ones
Kept in vessels.
#fate
#luck
37 reads
2 Comments
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