Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 8:09pm
3rd Nov 2024 8:09pm
Midnight Surrender
VILLA KENNEDY
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have greater...
FRANKFURT, GERMANY
Georg Speyer Presidential Suite
Steffen tossed and turned in the king size bed, nocturnal rest refused to abide. He clasped both hands behind his head. He silently asked himself, just where the fuck was Isabella?
Julius has been attempting to make verbal contact with her for days now. He glanced over at the radio clock on the nightstand; the time registered six o’clock.
Of all the nights to be have experienced a bout of insomnia he thought.
He knew the speech he had to address later today have greater...
#lover
#passion
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
288 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
77 reads
7 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
13th Sep 2024 10:37pm
Redneck Renaissance in The North Forty
I grew up in the shadow of Tallahassee where Blackstrap Molasses played 2nd fiddle to Bill Monroe's Blue Moon of Kentucky. Our home was a single-wide trailer sat cattywampus to the land field where we could, look homeward angel. Granny was in the jailhouse making license plates to be shipped out of state and I was in the kitchen painting the linoleum, worn-out floor. I was the preacher at The North Forty Pentecostal Church, where Skeeter Davis Ave. crosses Merle Haggard St.This week's "word" was taken from 'the 1946 edition of The Farmer's Almanac. "Hallelujah!" and I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
148 reads
0 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
24th May 2024 3:53pm
24th May 2024 3:53pm
Your cock is my second favorite thing (erotic prose)
#erotic
#lover
#orgasm
#sex
#sexy
303 reads
23 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 5:44pm
13th Apr 2024 5:44pm
Welcome to the Party Chapter 20
#lust
#dreams
#passion #manipulation
#passion #manipulation
87 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st May 2024 7:57am
1st May 2024 7:57am
Leroy Pt. 1
#betrayal
#dirty
#erotic #friendship
#erotic #friendship
146 reads
8 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 9:00pm
17th Aug 2024 9:00pm
Lady of the Cake
They wanted a Kagami Mochi. I never baked a rice cake before. How difficult could it be? Unfortunately it was the size of the job that stomped me. How could I have known rice doesn’t stick. A few days ago the Japanese consulate asked me to bake them a Mochi cake for their New Year’s celebrations which was supposed to be on January 1. “You Lady very good cake design….Yes?!” the Japanese lady from the consulate asked. Oh yes.. I was. She asked for a traditional Japanese cake that consists of two Mochi rice cakes. The first was to be a large round rice cake with another smaller one placed on...
#love
#lover
105 reads
7 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
The Marionette and the Puppeteer
Having fun on his own, the puppeteer wanted any toy to pass the time with—a plaything for his lecherous mind. There, he noticed the puppet sleeping soundly in the same room—the perfect doll, he thought.
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
#dark
#manipulation
#suffering
#suicide
#violence
110 reads
RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)
Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
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By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
#dark
#death
#evil #shadows
#evil #shadows
78 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 1:40am
4th Nov 2023 1:40am
Once Upon A Death
On a distant mountain
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
412 reads
24 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 5:03am
10th Aug 2023 5:03am
Roller Coasting
She was 56, her siblings were Disney villains, and the husband she'd waited a lifetime for pronounced her "undiagnosed bipolar" a mere three months into their marriage. The woman he left her for wasn't particularly young, thin, or pretty. No, his new wife, Karla, was infuriatingly easy going, a pediatric social worker who taught yoga on Saturdays.
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
Mary Jane had nothing but substitute teaching jobs, a great set of anodized cookware, a small, paid-off condo and $35,000 inherited from her beloved mother. Her life was easy to leave, and that's what she would do, for a while....
#BestFriend
#travel
#art
#MovingOn
#ThrillSeeking
207 reads
3 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
19th Aug 2023 1:47am
19th Aug 2023 1:47am
It all started here.....A prologue....
#ShortStory
129 reads
12 Comments
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