Fiction by Top Critiquers Poems
#fiction
Shanghai Sleuth - Chapter 1
#fiction
#mystery
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Make yourself a memory
it's not like there's been a martian invasion
but the butterflies broke all the windows
dead birds in every hollow corner of the garden
fresh food for fly larvae, mouths and fairies
flowers with petals of letters that form nothing
not a word nor a verse nor any arithmic poetry
daggers of ice piercing the luminous young fruits
passing through the tender almost white meats
in the greenhouse there is a memory of orchids
and carnivorous plants that grew under the hair
it's more like there's been a sudden storm
a...
but the butterflies broke all the windows
dead birds in every hollow corner of the garden
fresh food for fly larvae, mouths and fairies
flowers with petals of letters that form nothing
not a word nor a verse nor any arithmic poetry
daggers of ice piercing the luminous young fruits
passing through the tender almost white meats
in the greenhouse there is a memory of orchids
and carnivorous plants that grew under the hair
it's more like there's been a sudden storm
a...
#dreams
#fiction
#narrative
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Enter Trinity A Serial Killer
Hi everyone, so rather than me asking you to copy and paste the music link while you’re reading this I want you to wait and play it where I dropped the link in the story, for full irony and mindset of a crazy woman! Thanks for looking
Page 5&6
Seizing the...
Page 5&6
Seizing the...
#fiction
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The Harlots Brush with The Law
I leant against the young Copper's waist
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
#fiction
#parody
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#historical
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What’s Real?
Listen
I know you want to save me
But you can’t save me
When you’re the problem
I know you want to save me
But you can’t save me
When you’re the problem
#fiction
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the locked drawer mystery
there”s something in my desk you might be eager to see, please, take a look ..
well no, I didn’t mean that, that’s just embarrassing, I beg you, put it back ..”
well no, I didn’t mean that, that’s just embarrassing, I beg you, put it back ..”
#fiction
#mystery
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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.
#fiction
#prose
#aging
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GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
My condolences to all the families past and present, for your pain and hurt and suffering can't be feed with promises of false lies and words, leading up to broken promises of NO JUSTICE NO PEACE WITHOUT PROCESS OF LIFE PRISON TIME...AMAS SHAMEL (THE SHAMAN) 💯👊👍🙏P😎
#fiction
#uplifting
#tragedy
#historical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Public Relations
She lingers in the steady stream from the shower to wash away the remnants of a marathon day. There is nothing fancy about the room, but it is clean. And luxuriously quiet. No kids for a change. Not only do these gigs allow her the chance to get a decent sound sleep, but the organizers secure and finance her lodgings for the appearance.
These conventions get pretty intense. Her wrist still aches from scrawling autographs for the many fans that have come to meet her in the flesh. And the constant parade of flashing cameras has left her jaw feeling a little sore from all the...
These conventions get pretty intense. Her wrist still aches from scrawling autographs for the many fans that have come to meet her in the flesh. And the constant parade of flashing cameras has left her jaw feeling a little sore from all the...
#fiction
#PopCulture
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Album's you must listen to before you die
I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
#dreams
#fiction
#sleep
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PRAYERS ON THE TIN ROOF OF HEAVEN
prayers
are like rain
to god
so it's no wonder
he doesn't hear
many particulars
but just stands
at the window
listening to them
hit the roof
and watching them
puddle in the drive
and wash that part of the yard
where grass won't grow
and he wonders if the
roof is still leaking
and thinks he might
pull the ladder down
and check the attic
but, hell, he's so tired
and the rafters
will still be wet
with the want
and desperation
of 7.9 billion
some odd souls
if...
are like rain
to god
so it's no wonder
he doesn't hear
many particulars
but just stands
at the window
listening to them
hit the roof
and watching them
puddle in the drive
and wash that part of the yard
where grass won't grow
and he wonders if the
roof is still leaking
and thinks he might
pull the ladder down
and check the attic
but, hell, he's so tired
and the rafters
will still be wet
with the want
and desperation
of 7.9 billion
some odd souls
if...
#religion
#fiction
#mythology
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A Pirate’s Maiden
- A Pirate’s Maiden -
Blood and Romance on the High Seas
From out of the port, the harbors with the old docks,
I went to sea, one summer day, I went to sea I did…
I watched the gulls pass me, in their pale white flocks.
And when the wind blew fierce I had never once hid!
From far to the north, I heard the sounds of cannons,
Upon the sea one summer day, upon the sea so blue!
I ordered the gun ports open, bade lads to man them.
And we plotted a new course that was bold and true!
Two ships did battle: a merchantman, and a galleon… ...
Blood and Romance on the High Seas
From out of the port, the harbors with the old docks,
I went to sea, one summer day, I went to sea I did…
I watched the gulls pass me, in their pale white flocks.
And when the wind blew fierce I had never once hid!
From far to the north, I heard the sounds of cannons,
Upon the sea one summer day, upon the sea so blue!
I ordered the gun ports open, bade lads to man them.
And we plotted a new course that was bold and true!
Two ships did battle: a merchantman, and a galleon… ...
#love
#romantic
#sea
#fiction
#historical
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