Poeticprose Stories

He was accused of rape and forced to marry a disabled English heiress. In 1948, the world is a map of fresh scars. In Nigeria, Chiedozie is the "bridge"-the chosen son of an ambitious family, sent across the Atlantic to master the white man's machines and bring the future home. But England is not the motherly embrace promised in colonial textbooks. It is a land of rationing, bone-chilling fog, and a "color bar" that feels like an invisible noose. Working as a laborer on the decaying Whittemore estate to fund his engineering degree, Edozie navigates a world where his accent is a curiosity and his skin is a threat. His life is a meticulous equation of survival-until Genevieve, the Magistrate's daughter, weaponizes a lie that shatters his world. Accused of a crime he did not commit, Edozie is faced with a choice that tastes of ash: the gallows and a ruined legacy, or a marriage of convenience to Elara Whittemore, the master's daughter. Elara is a prisoner of her own body and her father's greed. To the world, she is a "broken" heiress; to her father, she is a locked vault to an inheritance. To save himself, Edozie must become her guardian. To save herself, Elara must trust a man the world has told her to fear. In a house built of mahogany and secrets, two outcasts must find a way to live within a cage of silk and stone. But as the British Empire begins to crumble, they realize that the most dangerous thing in 1948 England isn't the law-it's the heart. AUTHOR'S NOTE "I wanted to write a story that felt like a lost classic-where the prose is as heavy as the Essex mud and as sharp as a Lagos sun. This is for the dreamers who found themselves in a world that wasn't built for them. Expect chapters that breathe, settings that bleed, and a romance that earns every single spark."

A fairy-tale-esque short story, which deliberately adopts folklore-like writing, using personified cosmic forces to explore love as mutual illumination rather than possession. No placement, but this tale has gotten a 95/100 in the Triquetra Awards Short Story category!

Update on every Wednesday. Two lands sworn to hate. Two souls destined to collide. She carries the blood of darkness - forbidden and feared. He was born of light - worshipped and untouchable. But when both are chosen by fate to enter the ancient Forbidden School, where power is sin and love is ruin, destiny begins to twist. Because the one thing more dangerous than their magic... is the pull between their hearts.

Hey there :) This story is a mix of reality and imagination-some parts are inspired by real feelings, fleeting moments, and memories that stayed with me longer than I expected... and others? Well, they're what I wish had happened. The Words I Never Said is personal. It holds quiet thoughts, almost, and emotions I never got to say out loud. Some of it is fiction, but the feelings behind it? Very real. If you've ever had something stuck in your heart that you couldn't quite put into words... this one's for you. - lamanextrovertnerd

Avery is packing up his locker for his last week in highschool, when he finds an old laptop with minecraft already installed. ...Strange is the night where black stars rise and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is in Lost Carcosa... After some strange occurrences in his world he can only chalk up to the previous owner of the laptop, he settles in for the night, only to be met with a message. UNKNOWN NUMBER hello avery i've found you

I thought it was just another morning commute - until she walked in. This is the story of a moment that felt too brief, yet somehow permanent. (The story is still ongoing, more parts are coming soon)

ME - The Beast in Me is a psychological myth set in the suspended city of Superbia, where the Ego becomes a god, the mind a labyrinth, and identity a mask you can't take off. If you enjoy books like Percy Jackson but want a darker, more adult myth, this novel transforms classical hero trials into inner battles. Instead of Greek gods, Superbia's Pantheon rules the psyche: Narcisa Covert - the Shadow Goddess, mother of personality disorders. Overer - the Lord of Excess and Perfection. Sixteen semi-divine archetypes shape the soul's journey. The book unfolds in Thirty Acts: ten Admirations, ten Martyrs, ten Excesses - a descent into the self where the Beast is never outside you, but within. If you're searching for Percy Jackson-like mythology for adults, this novel turns divine trials into psychological truth. The Beast doesn't come from outside. It comes from you.

Along a river that remembers nothing, a city rises from mud and prayer. Beneath unfinished arches and watchful stone, two souls collide in a warmth that should not exist. What begins as shelter becomes devotion; what becomes devotion turns slowly, quietly, into ruin. Faith fractures. Power wears a sacred mask. Love lingers where it should flee. As architecture learns to listen and silence learns to speak, hunger moves through timber and bone alike. In a world built on shifting ground, desire outlives innocence, and ash outlives fire. Some bonds sanctify. Some consume. The river bears witness and keep nothing.

"Not everyone who looks at you truly sees you. Some only notice the version of you that serves their silence. Others love you not for who you are - but for the void you fill. This is a story of someone who walked through the world unarmed, carrying emotions like time bombs, trying to survive in a world of polite conversations and cruel forgettings. This isn't a love story. This isn't a motivational diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A philosophical autopsy of being a 'phase' in someone's life. If you've ever felt unseen even while being watched, loved but never chosen, or used in the name of healing - this is for you. Because some pains are only visible to the ones who feel them. And not everyone has equal eyes."

In a city wrapped in winter fog and quiet snowfall, Elara sits alone-elegant, introspective, and unknowingly on the edge of something she can't yet name. A moment of stillness becomes something more: a surreal encounter with a girl she thought she'd forgotten. But who is this girl really? And why has she returned now? Stillness in the Snow is a haunting exploration of identity, memory, and the quiet strength it takes to face the echoes of your own past. Through lyrical prose and cinematic imagery, Elara's journey unfolds-not in noise, but in silence. Not in motion, but in pause. This isn't a story of escape. It's a story of return. Of remembering who you were. And daring to become who you still might be. ________________________________________

What if the problem was never you... but a world that never knew how to see you? Lucifer: the world doesn't understand us is not a story about good or evil. It's about being judged before being understood. It's about carrying labels you never chose. It's about falling... and realizing you were never truly standing. Between silence, rebellion, and acceptance, this book dives into the mind of someone who learned to survive in a world that prefers masks over truth. Here, "Lucifer" is not a villain. It is a symbol. A silenced voice. A suppressed identity. Everything the world rejects... until it is forced to face it. If you're looking for a light read, this may not be your place. But if you've ever felt lost, misunderstood, or tired of pretending to be someone you're not... then this book was written for you.

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In less than ninety days, execution becomes state policy. The siege tightens. The children starve. The prisoners wait. And the rope hangs over every neck. The Rope of 2026 is a flash fiction of loss, struggle, resilience, and the unbearable question that refuses to fade: Is it time for Noah's Ark? 800 words. One journey. No easy answers.

Men in love are men at war. Because when you're not a man loving a woman, or a woman loving a man, love can truly feel like a minefield. [ start: 11062021. [ end: 11062021. short poetic prose. english. completed. ©novayer2023

This is a quiet thank you to a man who reminded me what good looks like.

She helps everyone else heal - but no one sees the cracks forming inside her. Seventeen-year-old Saela walks through life like a ghost: smiling so no one asks questions, laughing so they don't look too closely. To the world, she's the quiet girl who always listens. To herself, she's a ticking clock counting down the days until she finally disappears. But just when she's ready to give up - to step away for good - someone notices. A boy with kind eyes and rain in his hair. A voice that doesn't fix her but stays. A touch before the end. This is a story about pain, quiet strength, and the kind of love that doesn't save you - it sees you.

How many deaths must a soul endure before it becomes whole? A Life by a Thousand Death is a confession made out loud. Not to be forgiven. Not to be saved. To be witnessed. It moves the way memory moves when it is honest, recursive, unfinished, and allergic to clean timelines. What I call the past is not behind me. It is in my throat. It is in my sleep. It is in the way my body prepares for loss before anything has happened. I was called a miracle before I was old enough to understand what that word demands. Later, I was treated like a burden, as if the miracle had expired and only the cost remained. My family did not pass down stories. It passed down rules. Some were spoken. Most were enforced through silence. A person learns quickly what cannot be named without consequences. A person learns to live with gaps, and to call them normal. Each chapter is a record of what had to be cut away to keep going. A belief. A name. A future. Sometimes innocence. Sometimes tenderness. Sometimes it's the simple ability to ask for what I needed without feeling guilty for having needs at all. These are deaths of the soul. Some are quiet enough to hide inside a regular day. Some are loud enough to rearrange the whole house. If you are looking for redemption, you will not find it here. This is not a story about healing. It is a ritual for the in-between. For the ones who kept living when living stopped feeling holy. For the ones who learned that survival is not always a victory, sometimes it is just a continuation. What survives is not hope. Not the kind people sell. What survives is the body still moving. Jaw locked. Lungs dragging air. Steps taken without consent. A life carried forward on discipline, stubbornness, and the strange refusal to disappear. Unholy. Unforgiven. Alive.

The Last Saree (A Wattpad Original Concept - emotional, magical-realism drama) -- > Seven folds. Seven lives. One choice. When Aanya, an ordinary brown girl from Jaipur, stumbles upon an old peacock sari in a dusty hostel trunk, she doesn't expect magic. She doesn't expect it to whisk her into other versions of herself - the ones who took different turns, chased different dreams, loved different people. In one drape, she's rich beyond imagination. In another, she's loved without limits. In another, she's a prophecy in human form. But each life comes with its own cracks, its own shadows. And with the seventh drape, the sari shows her the one future she's most afraid to face: the one she'll live if she changes nothing. Now Aanya must decide - will she keep chasing magic, or finally start living her own imperfect, beautiful life? A story about choices, courage, and the extraordinary hidden inside the ordinary. ---

Short, honest reflections about identity, growth, and the quiet conversations we have with ourselves.

I never told her how much it hurt. Not when she left, not when she looked away, not even when I stood right in front of her, pretending I was fine. This is a story about silence-how it screamed louder than words, how it broke me in ways no one saw, and how I carried it like a secret only my pen could understand. She was my first in everything. But I was the last to know when it ended. If you've ever loved someone and said nothing... this is for you. The Weight of Silence is a quiet storm-a collection of heartbreak, healing, and the in-between. Written by someone who still remembers what was never said.