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.
Monkeymaham2
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 5:14am
28th Sep 2020 5:14am
Premonition
Breathing carefully under the light of the moon, a man's whisper is as clear as day, "no one leaves alive". I realize someone is right behind me. The cold of slimy fingers can be felt threw my shirt, hovering above my right shoulder blade. I bolt to run. I can't seem to run fast enough. My body is sluggish and heavy, as if someone was pulling me backwards threw water. The world spins and I run, Ive come to a complete circle. I stop and turn around. I can see a woman ten feet away, her chest still and immobile. It should be rising. What is she I wonder? The bringer of death? No one knows but...
#dreams
#scary
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
16 reads
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Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 7:28pm
27th Sep 2020 7:28pm
Dark Hearts and Cold Eyes
Dark is the heart that beats for truth
Sometimes I buy a second hand suit, with a bit of life in it, I wander down the rich streets of London, and pretend I made it. I order an expensive pizza and a ten pound glass of wine. I go along with the great conjuring act. I'm laughing on the inside. I'm laughing at the world, for now. There will come a time when I take it too seriously again. I will forget to laugh. The world abandons those who forget to laugh.
Cold are the eyes of the Yuppie
I looked into the cold eyes of the middle class, they turned their backs on...
Sometimes I buy a second hand suit, with a bit of life in it, I wander down the rich streets of London, and pretend I made it. I order an expensive pizza and a ten pound glass of wine. I go along with the great conjuring act. I'm laughing on the inside. I'm laughing at the world, for now. There will come a time when I take it too seriously again. I will forget to laugh. The world abandons those who forget to laugh.
Cold are the eyes of the Yuppie
I looked into the cold eyes of the middle class, they turned their backs on...
#homelessness
#greed
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
25 reads
2 Comments
hanagara
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 00:47am
23rd Sep 2020 00:47am
thing.
People throw things away quickly.
If your hands are physical, your smartphone is also a thing.
It's easy to say things, but things also have a god.
If your hands are physical, your smartphone is also a thing.
It's easy to say things, but things also have a god.
#happiness
#love
#motivational
20 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
Pythian Priestess
Pythian Priestess
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Pythia invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Pythia awakens me to my need for a...
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Pythia invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Pythia awakens me to my need for a...
#erotic
#dreams
#religion
#dialogue
#magic
27 reads
0 Comments
blocat
Poem Published
18th Sep 2020 10:43am
18th Sep 2020 10:43am
What's in a Name?
His cutthroat razor gleamed ‘you raped and beat my mother, Johnson.’ Then he leapt, slashing. I sidestepped, kicking his groin.
The razor at his neck I asked, ‘how old are you?’
‘Twenty, bastard.’
‘I left Eileen Brady twenty-one years ago. My name's Johnstone.’
That’s how I first met my son.
The razor at his neck I asked, ‘how old are you?’
‘Twenty, bastard.’
‘I left Eileen Brady twenty-one years ago. My name's Johnstone.’
That’s how I first met my son.
#anger
23 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 2:07am
17th Sep 2020 2:07am
Moonlight’s Temptation
#lover
#temptation
#passion
90 reads
15 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 6:32am
13th Sep 2020 6:32am
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
When fall comes, it feels the time to make a cool change. Rowena’s ladder out of this tar pit is to get a bartending license. So instead of rolling joints at the medical marijuana clinic, she juices her patrons up. Though the contact high from the weed is pleasant she feels it is time to come down from the high. Feeding this vice is much more to her taste.
At their apartment and before John’s very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black as Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie. ...
When fall comes, it feels the time to make a cool change. Rowena’s ladder out of this tar pit is to get a bartending license. So instead of rolling joints at the medical marijuana clinic, she juices her patrons up. Though the contact high from the weed is pleasant she feels it is time to come down from the high. Feeding this vice is much more to her taste.
At their apartment and before John’s very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black as Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie. ...
#love
#romantic
#scary
#dialogue
#passion
25 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
#women
#romantic
#alcohol
#apocalypse
#sexy
50 reads
8 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 7:18am
8th Sep 2020 7:18am
First Contact
Dragonfly, the first plasmaloop drive interstellar spacecraft
accelerated to a thousand times the speed of light
(the faster it goes the faster it can go)
harvesting the electric potential difference
between spacecraft and rarefied plasma environment
to charge ultra capacitors which discharged in propulsion
on the two day journey to Proxima Centauri's Planet B...
Dragonfly aimed for the planet's predicted position
using reverse propulsion for deceleration
arriving into successful orbit without...
accelerated to a thousand times the speed of light
(the faster it goes the faster it can go)
harvesting the electric potential difference
between spacecraft and rarefied plasma environment
to charge ultra capacitors which discharged in propulsion
on the two day journey to Proxima Centauri's Planet B...
Dragonfly aimed for the planet's predicted position
using reverse propulsion for deceleration
arriving into successful orbit without...
#scifi
53 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 6:51pm
4th Sep 2020 6:51pm
When Love Calls (Chapter Thirty-Four)
#corruption
#lover
#passion
93 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#desert
#risk
47 reads
4 Comments
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