Fiction by Top Critiquers Poems
#fiction
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 10:41pm
29th Oct 2023 10:41pm
Groans of Halloween
Groans of Halloween
The gust of the wind never reached my window.
Yet the lights flickered on and off.
A flash of lightning could be seen from afar.
The roar of hollowing groans.
It was a deafening sound that was getting closer and closer
They moaned in sheer agony, they stirred, they all uprose
Not a word was spoken, only eyes that glowed in fright.
The site was strange; could I be dreaming, perhaps?
To have seen the dead rise was not what my mind could comprehend
Where the hell did they come from? Was it through...
The gust of the wind never reached my window.
Yet the lights flickered on and off.
A flash of lightning could be seen from afar.
The roar of hollowing groans.
It was a deafening sound that was getting closer and closer
They moaned in sheer agony, they stirred, they all uprose
Not a word was spoken, only eyes that glowed in fright.
The site was strange; could I be dreaming, perhaps?
To have seen the dead rise was not what my mind could comprehend
Where the hell did they come from? Was it through...
#fiction
#scary
221 reads
3 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 1:51am
30th Sep 2021 1:51am
Pelion
Where once the proud towers stood
There stood at length and at last
Only ruin
Here and there remained somewhat
Stone on stone
Weathered more than worn
Turned dark and green by moss and stain
And damp
As if memory still sorrowed here
Alone
When all else lay forgot
Yet
So elemental
The stillness itself was imbued
With the power to evoke
That which words could not put to name
And feelings alone disclose
What piercing eye can glance to see
What lies beyond all distance
Indeed ...
There stood at length and at last
Only ruin
Here and there remained somewhat
Stone on stone
Weathered more than worn
Turned dark and green by moss and stain
And damp
As if memory still sorrowed here
Alone
When all else lay forgot
Yet
So elemental
The stillness itself was imbued
With the power to evoke
That which words could not put to name
And feelings alone disclose
What piercing eye can glance to see
What lies beyond all distance
Indeed ...
#fiction
517 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 1:19am
17th Mar 2025 1:19am
but never tired of Fleet Street
Gay, Pope, what are you
drinking,
I’m buying, Johnson says
they serve a passable tankard of beer
here
and smiles and knows that
he’s old
and he’s dying
drinking,
I’m buying, Johnson says
they serve a passable tankard of beer
here
and smiles and knows that
he’s old
and he’s dying
#fiction
#historical
74 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
1st Jun 2022 9:39pm
1st Jun 2022 9:39pm
fact or fiction, the news has it all
I read the news
and wonder why
the fuck I even bothered
when there is nothing good
hidden in the words
and all the articles
set my anxiety into overdrive
I tried only looking
at good news
but found it too
happily pretentious
and unrelateable
I want to live in a world
where everything
in the news doesn't feel like
an impending apocalypse
is waiting just around the corner
Wars, dementia studies
today eggs will kill you
tomorrow they won't
everything will give you...
and wonder why
the fuck I even bothered
when there is nothing good
hidden in the words
and all the articles
set my anxiety into overdrive
I tried only looking
at good news
but found it too
happily pretentious
and unrelateable
I want to live in a world
where everything
in the news doesn't feel like
an impending apocalypse
is waiting just around the corner
Wars, dementia studies
today eggs will kill you
tomorrow they won't
everything will give you...
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#nonfiction
337 reads
9 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 5:09am
18th Jun 2024 5:09am
Thursday Night with John
According to your
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
bylaws I am supposed to
care about things of
dire importance to you.
Ever think that I give no
fucks about your interest?
Grimacing as I pretend to
hang on your every word.
I am doing exceptionally well
juggling the words and
keeping my eyes open.
Listening to your boring story about
marketing and advertising.
Not to rush the situation,
obviously, you want your needs met.
Paid hourly, I am counting
quietly those
remaining
seconds before
the new hour starts. ...
#acrostic
#apathy
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
#fiction #StreamOfConsciousness
48 reads
34 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:19am
21st Jan 2023 4:19am
Veronica's Erotica
#fiction
#dirty
#sexy
681 reads
6 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
1st Oct 2024 7:33am
Death Race
and they’ll say
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
haven’t you had enough?
(death and destruction)
(death and destruction)
to which I’d reply
not till they all reach the sky
so sit down
as we go for a hell of a ride
when I was alive
I tried to be the nice guy
was picked on
until I slicked my hair back
started wearing a leather coat
bought a ride the girls drooled over
was challenged to a drag race
couldn’t look week
so I said let’s ride
was head to head
until I went off a cliff and died
the...
#cars
#fiction
#Halloween #monsters
#Halloween #monsters
165 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
11th Nov 2024 10:27am
The Whispering Waterfall Part 1
A long time ago, when we were young children, my parents sold their rubber plantation as they wanted to tend paddy fields. They bought a piece of land with four acres of paddy fields.
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
The house that my parents built was at the side of a hill, with a beautiful water source. There were two waterfalls there with one that was so beautiful and cool that we frequented the place as children. We could stay all day there if our parents didn’t call us to come home.
I always felt that the waterfall was in a mystical forest, thevhauntingly beautiful waterfall was known as Whispering Falls. In...
#fiction
#LifeAsAWriter
116 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
678 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:26pm
Yesterday 8:26pm
You Dare To Disobey Me?!
You dare to disobey me?!
You promised to love, honor and obey!
Instead, you're cheating on me!
You stripped and let another hump you!
And he happens to be my son!
You promised to love, honor and obey!
Instead, you're cheating on me!
You stripped and let another hump you!
And he happens to be my son!
#betrayal
#dialogue
#family
#fiction
#sex
25 reads
0 Comments
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