Non-Fiction Prose
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
This section is for factual prose and is a place for non-poetic offerings. You will find a diverse range of content here including articles, diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays, personal accounts and real life perspectives. This gives members a chance to post fact based material which is not written in verse.
Cosmonaut-x
Poem Published
Today 7:56am
Today 7:56am
Tearing at the seams
The mind is a crazy place to be in
I mean like thinking deep
Like your observing from above
But hearing the thoughts deep internally
And memories
Hundreds of thousands of images reeling
Almost like time traveling
Then snapped back to reality
I’ve been told I’m disassociating
I wish I could hold a moment
Just frozen in time but still feel it
Imagine that
Just stop everything
Reaching thru the realities
Grabbing that feeling
And never letting go of it .
And I hate those sayings
You know the ones like ...
I mean like thinking deep
Like your observing from above
But hearing the thoughts deep internally
And memories
Hundreds of thousands of images reeling
Almost like time traveling
Then snapped back to reality
I’ve been told I’m disassociating
I wish I could hold a moment
Just frozen in time but still feel it
Imagine that
Just stop everything
Reaching thru the realities
Grabbing that feeling
And never letting go of it .
And I hate those sayings
You know the ones like ...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#nonfiction
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Today 2:51am
Today 2:51am
The Martian Android War
- The Martian Android War -
It was a golden age upon the red planet humans call Mars! There was, still, green upon its' surface and water within its' seas, and the ices of the polar regions was not the only place where such could be often found. The atmosphere was breathable, the weather containing recognizable seasons, and upon this one singular day it was pleasant. It was springtime, or the Martian equivalent thereof. The kathral trees were in their glory, the leaves seeming to be gilded beneath the warm sun... their blossoms falling with each gentle breeze. The springtime was...
It was a golden age upon the red planet humans call Mars! There was, still, green upon its' surface and water within its' seas, and the ices of the polar regions was not the only place where such could be often found. The atmosphere was breathable, the weather containing recognizable seasons, and upon this one singular day it was pleasant. It was springtime, or the Martian equivalent thereof. The kathral trees were in their glory, the leaves seeming to be gilded beneath the warm sun... their blossoms falling with each gentle breeze. The springtime was...
#love
#war
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:01am
Yesterday 3:01am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part II
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:58am
Yesterday 2:58am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part I
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Casted_Runes
Poem Published
15th May 2022 10:00pm
15th May 2022 10:00pm
Firestarter
a review
Firestarter felt like a perfect mix of the retro and modern. It feels like a Stephen King adaptation done right in that it keeps a lot of the personality and concerns of the writer - childhood trauma, bullying, “specialness”, working-class life - and condenses without reducing or nullifying to make them filmic. It’s kind of an astonishing success in that respect. It’s a better film than either It or Doctor Sleep, though it continues what those films started by focusing on the subtleties of human interaction and motivation as opposed to just tropes. The tropes are there,...
Firestarter felt like a perfect mix of the retro and modern. It feels like a Stephen King adaptation done right in that it keeps a lot of the personality and concerns of the writer - childhood trauma, bullying, “specialness”, working-class life - and condenses without reducing or nullifying to make them filmic. It’s kind of an astonishing success in that respect. It’s a better film than either It or Doctor Sleep, though it continues what those films started by focusing on the subtleties of human interaction and motivation as opposed to just tropes. The tropes are there,...
#PopCulture
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Nizana
Poem Published
15th May 2022 1:51am
15th May 2022 1:51am
Good Service and Wanderlust - Diary entry #3
What the fuck were you thinking, Mother?”
So this is what it feels like to reverse roles with your daughter, I thought.
“I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“Oh, I think you were. You were thinking with your vagina, not your brain.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” I said.
She was right of course, but since my divorce, it seems that many old boundaries had been crossed. Why not cross a few more?
My daughter left in a huff.
I sat alone staring at my phone.
My fingers trembled as I typed a seven-word text. My heart...
So this is what it feels like to reverse roles with your daughter, I thought.
“I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“Oh, I think you were. You were thinking with your vagina, not your brain.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” I said.
She was right of course, but since my divorce, it seems that many old boundaries had been crossed. Why not cross a few more?
My daughter left in a huff.
I sat alone staring at my phone.
My fingers trembled as I typed a seven-word text. My heart...
#love
#betrayal
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th May 2022 00:49am
14th May 2022 00:49am
For the Love of Death
- For the Love of Death -
Based upon a series of otherworldly events from my present life...
As a child, I was always quite often misunderstood. People did not comprehend me I think, and I oft did not truly comprehend them. I was ever an outsider, and as such it was difficult for me to be the kind of person that others expected me to be. When I was sixteen years old, I had already endured the harsh knowledge that I was a disappointment to my family. Yet, in truth they were disappointments to me far more! I was so very young at the time, yet incomprehensibly ancient in...
Based upon a series of otherworldly events from my present life...
As a child, I was always quite often misunderstood. People did not comprehend me I think, and I oft did not truly comprehend them. I was ever an outsider, and as such it was difficult for me to be the kind of person that others expected me to be. When I was sixteen years old, I had already endured the harsh knowledge that I was a disappointment to my family. Yet, in truth they were disappointments to me far more! I was so very young at the time, yet incomprehensibly ancient in...
#love
#death
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
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Nizana
Poem Published
12th May 2022 11:55am
12th May 2022 11:55am
Good Service #2 (a second entry into my diary)
Hello, I’m trying to reach Nizana. Am I saying that right?”
“Yes, that’s me,” I said, thinking the man’s voice sounded familiar.
“Oh, good. I was nervous about calling,” he said.
What he didn’t realize was that I was nervous about getting his call ever since I wrote my number on his ticked with the note, “Please call me.” I was sure he thought here’s another crazy woman in her 40s with fantasies about meeting a younger man. He would have been right.
There was a awkward silence.
“Why did you call?” I said and then blushed feeling...
“Yes, that’s me,” I said, thinking the man’s voice sounded familiar.
“Oh, good. I was nervous about calling,” he said.
What he didn’t realize was that I was nervous about getting his call ever since I wrote my number on his ticked with the note, “Please call me.” I was sure he thought here’s another crazy woman in her 40s with fantasies about meeting a younger man. He would have been right.
There was a awkward silence.
“Why did you call?” I said and then blushed feeling...
#erotic
#betrayal
#sensual
50 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
11th May 2022 11:20pm
11th May 2022 11:20pm
Excerpt from 1st Children’s Book, Unnamed. From Pt.2
Kansas City had a rich
jazz culture.
There were snazzy
venues all over the city,
displaying their open
& welcoming marquees; a magnificent
floraculture as a whole. The neon lights were striking.
But Ben knew there
where none
like the scene
in the extraordinary
18th & Vine district
where he was from.
Of an evening, he would ride
his bicycle down through
the twinkling lights
crisscrossing & strung ...
jazz culture.
There were snazzy
venues all over the city,
displaying their open
& welcoming marquees; a magnificent
floraculture as a whole. The neon lights were striking.
But Ben knew there
where none
like the scene
in the extraordinary
18th & Vine district
where he was from.
Of an evening, he would ride
his bicycle down through
the twinkling lights
crisscrossing & strung ...
#happiness
#dreams
#escape
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Nizana
Poem Published
11th May 2022 10:56pm
11th May 2022 10:56pm
Good Service (a true story from my diary #1)
He had me from the moment his athletic body stepped from the truck. Strong fibers in his arms easily repaired my tire and had it back in place.
“You’re an easy one. We’ll have you back on the road in no time,” he said with a relaxed smile. He said I was his last service call of the shift.
“Thank you so much. It’s been years since I had car trouble,” I said, remembering my senior year in high school when a date took an interesting turn after his car broke down.
I thought back. My boyfriend and I wouldn’t have had enough time to explore each other thoroughly...
“You’re an easy one. We’ll have you back on the road in no time,” he said with a relaxed smile. He said I was his last service call of the shift.
“Thank you so much. It’s been years since I had car trouble,” I said, remembering my senior year in high school when a date took an interesting turn after his car broke down.
I thought back. My boyfriend and I wouldn’t have had enough time to explore each other thoroughly...
#sensual
52 reads
2 Comments
Jonny212
Poem Published
11th May 2022 5:23am
11th May 2022 5:23am
Rant # what ever the f**k.
#hate
#LifeStruggles
#racism
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