Versenovel Stories

Holland, 1730. A young boy haunted by nightmares is captivated by the drawing of a Leviathan on his uncle's sea chest. But when the Leviathan begins to invade the boy's dreams, is he seeing reality, or only his own imagination? A verse novella (a short story in poem form) 🔔 1st place in Poetry in the BookAwards 2018

Leah comes back to her Lancashire village with two suitcases, a bruised sense of pride, and the uncomfortable feeling that the city has quietly sent her home for repairs. Then, on the train back, a strange and charming man in a dark chequered coat tells her about a Sunday cloud and biscuit appreciation group in the park. It sounds ridiculous. Naturally, she goes. There she finds Doreen, with her biscuit tin and big-hearted certainty; June, who sees whole worlds in the clouds; Frank, who loves June with a patience that is both tender and breaking; Ben, who makes weather feel like an invitation; and Helen, June and Frank's daughter, practical and frightened, trying to hold her family together as June's dementia deepens. Told in poems, The Cloud and Biscuit Appreciation Group is a story about coming home, found family, slow-burn love, and the quiet ways people save one another - with tea, with biscuits, with turning up, and with looking where someone points before it disappears.

Anya Gunderson is searching for her sister. Her sister that she hasn't seen in years. In a post-apocalyptic landscape ravaged by war... her sister is not the only thing she seeks. Will her quest be enough to tip the balance in inter-planetary war?

beneath the water she's waiting to be found a story told in verse some of it dark some of it tender all of it true this book exposes me in hopes that you will feel seen ~~~ completely written and edited updated weekly on fridays and saturdays just waiting to be found

a novel written in verse. inspired by my love for night time, and ll the adventures it holds in it's dark grasps. [highest ranking; poetry #44]

Time is a precious thing. For George, things start to take a turn for the worse when Dream is diagnosed with only 7 days left to live. He has a hard time coping with his emotions and starts writing about his final days on earth with his lover. They yearned to love, but their hearts were not set in the right place. They're forced apart by a million miles. These seven days are what's left of their files. •a poetic verse novel• started •9/1/21• finished •9/8/21•

art cover by abstractart.1961

His favorite color. The color dream wears almost everyday, because it was the only one George could see properly. George is gone. He went missing a year ago and has since been announced as dead. But dream won't accept it. He knows deep in his heart, that george is still out there. Alive. He won't rest, until he finds him. [intentional lowercase]•[09.26.21]•[10.13.21]•

nagas' story

highest ranking #1 in Poetry a true story about sadness, fear, pain and overwhelming love we are all flowers beautiful and soft to touch broken by the stem One Chapter Uploaded Daily 6PM (EDT) #Compelete 11,555 words (Currently being revised and re-published).

grey days (noun.) days filled with immense sadness and nothing can change it. long days, long nights & 8 short poems poured out while being consumed by the grey that you left behind. a wattpad exclusive short verse-novel.

He's a prince. She's a soul shifter. Andrei is a prince who enjoys building things and playing the horn. However, he is often ridiculed by his peers for having only three fingers. Lonely, he dreams of shaking off the cruel taunts and finding a fair maiden to call his own. Alista cares for all the animals at the palace and is a skilled horsewoman and songstress. She can bind her soul with that of any animal and transform into them. The last of her kind, she hopes to win the heart of the prince. Follow Andrei and Alista as they discover each other, and ultimately, themselves.

a verse story that undergoes the hardships of getting over heartbreak only to experience a revelation that will strip you of all ignorance and penetrate sympathy.

She has been trapped in a cellar for three years, kidnapped by ruthless men. A verse novel about a teenage girl fighting to make it through and to remember the past and look to her future that she hopes holds her freedom. *talk of blood, violence, and death so if you might be triggered by something, please do not read (vague talk of rape in no detail)*

What if the person you trust the most... is also the one you know the least? A love story told entirely in poems. It begins like comfort. Like something safe finally existing without effort. But slowly, things don't add up the way they used to. Nothing changes visibly. Yet everything feels different. The same story keeps unfolding, but the meaning doesn't stay the same. And somewhere between love and realization, everything quietly changes shape.

Cleo, a girl with a shattered past, is living homeless in a shopping centre. Meanwhile, the coronavirus pandemic is raging all around her. As she struggles to grasp her rapidly-changing world, someone new wanders into her life, who could fix everything and make her whole again. © First edition, Zeptmoff 2021 © Second edition, Zeptmoff 2025

This is a story told in verse from alternating perspectives of my main characters. It is based on true events of the largest theft to take place in Canada. The case is still unsolved and all the stolen items have never been found. Little is known about the three thieves. This is my reimagining of what happened the night of September 2nd 1972. The thieves behind the heist, and the events leading up to it. It explores themes of materialism, greed, and unhealthy relationships. It attempts to dive into the mind of a narcissist.