Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Twas The Night Before A DeadLove Concert
Twas the night before the DeadLove concert at the North Pole. Kringle, hired us to put on a show for the workers. Well he says hired, when actually if was more like threatened and blackmailed to perform a Christmas Miracle.
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
Apparently, we’re big in the North Pole. Who knew that’s where those lost demo tapes ended up. Small world, huh.
But that’s putting the cart before the horse, folks. This is how the whole situation went down. Some of the details are a bit foggy and horrifying at the same time.
Anyways my younger brother, Garret had...
#Christmas
#prose
145 reads
14 Comments
Hungry Dopes
A pizza delivery man was beaten to death a few towns over where I live 3 years ago. Three teenage geniuses who decided this was the way to get some free food. They took all of the delivery man's pizza, but left the $500 that was in the man's pocket!
#violence
#death
#money
#food
#ignorance
181 reads
6 Comments
Empathy~Spirit Child
Trying to ascend
the dark presses in on me
and will not relent
It tastes the grace of my being
light fettered
with midnight's last regret
My soul is not my own
Was it ever, I wonder?
Little redeemer
falling through time
chastised
a vision left aching
and mute
The cosmic equalizer
comes on quietly
hunting my dreams
cloaking himself
with tunnel vision
In the darkness
innocence weeps
at misunderstanding's sake
while sonnets of faith escape me
and my Father
Wisdom ...
the dark presses in on me
and will not relent
It tastes the grace of my being
light fettered
with midnight's last regret
My soul is not my own
Was it ever, I wonder?
Little redeemer
falling through time
chastised
a vision left aching
and mute
The cosmic equalizer
comes on quietly
hunting my dreams
cloaking himself
with tunnel vision
In the darkness
innocence weeps
at misunderstanding's sake
while sonnets of faith escape me
and my Father
Wisdom ...
#love
278 reads
3 Comments
Your cock is my second favorite thing (erotic prose)

#erotic
#lover
#orgasm
#sex
#sexy
374 reads
23 Comments
The Moon and Memories
Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I had done what I always wanted to do with him.
Generally, with these stories, you have to go all the way to the beginning. But how we began had nothing to do with now or shape what we had done at the end. So, I'm just going to bring you back to the last quarter of my and Devin's friendship.
It was on Thursday night. I remember it very clearly because that night, I was out...
Generally, with these stories, you have to go all the way to the beginning. But how we began had nothing to do with now or shape what we had done at the end. So, I'm just going to bring you back to the last quarter of my and Devin's friendship.
It was on Thursday night. I remember it very clearly because that night, I was out...
#dirty
#orgasm
#sensual
123 reads
5 Comments
T for V

#vampires
444 reads
0 Comments
IT MIGHT BE UNDER YOUR NOSE
I love and use a story I heard
years ago, the source I do not
know or the author.
It had been a beautiful and fun
day, the annual family reunion.
After the crowd had left for home;
a couple of families were staying
overnight with grandpa and grandma.
Grandpa had retired to the bedroom
to escape cleanup duties and take a nap.
Two grandsons with an eye
for mischievousness slipped some
Limburger cheese and went into grandpa's
bedroom and spread some in his mustache ;
soon grandpa aroused with a few curse
words...
years ago, the source I do not
know or the author.
It had been a beautiful and fun
day, the annual family reunion.
After the crowd had left for home;
a couple of families were staying
overnight with grandpa and grandma.
Grandpa had retired to the bedroom
to escape cleanup duties and take a nap.
Two grandsons with an eye
for mischievousness slipped some
Limburger cheese and went into grandpa's
bedroom and spread some in his mustache ;
soon grandpa aroused with a few curse
words...
#anger
#frustration
#confusion
#disappointment
#denial
514 reads
2 Comments
A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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0 Comments
A Suicide of Crows (CH9)
Chapter Nine
Yale University, Library
I
Before the seat could get cold,
#Memesgalpal sat down at the
still open laptop, on which #Meme
had typed his manifesto.
Now, his girlfriend sat to write
her manifesto.
Another twelve year old prodigy,
she flocked to #Meme like birds
of a feather, being introduced to
the poetry secret society as well
as the site.
Being so new…
She bought into the ethos quite
quickly. ...
Yale University, Library
I
Before the seat could get cold,
#Memesgalpal sat down at the
still open laptop, on which #Meme
had typed his manifesto.
Now, his girlfriend sat to write
her manifesto.
Another twelve year old prodigy,
she flocked to #Meme like birds
of a feather, being introduced to
the poetry secret society as well
as the site.
Being so new…
She bought into the ethos quite
quickly. ...
#shadows
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0 Comments
Rural Springs, Florida

#LifeStruggles
#confusion
414 reads
26 Comments
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
159 reads
7 Comments
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
274 reads
3 Comments
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