Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Mrs. DeadLove
Minutes from the sunrise, on another cloudy day. Can smell the precipitation, that has already fallen. My bloodshot eyes, are burning from the night before. I can’t seem to balance myself, as I fumble through my pockets, looking for my lighter. Nothing, where the fuck, is that cheap bastard. I bought it at the gas station, last night, along with the couple packs of cigarettes.
Retreating back into the, hotel room. Searching all the tables, and surfaces. I don’t see them anywhere. I walk towards the bathroom, and see them on the side, of the bathtub. How the hell, did they...
Retreating back into the, hotel room. Searching all the tables, and surfaces. I don’t see them anywhere. I walk towards the bathroom, and see them on the side, of the bathtub. How the hell, did they...
#prose
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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
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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
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The One Night Stand
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#sex
#temptation
193 reads
18 Comments
Flash
Compressed narration
Words at haste
In a race
The next word chased
Is it such an immoral sin
My story is so wafer thin
What should I write?
A thriller, horror, something gory
A hero, good guy, steeped in glory
Something sinister, dark and black
Where the victim gets attacked
Something grand, pen in hand
A sentence short, not widely spanned
So there you have my short flash fiction
It's constricted, restricted, word eviction
A paragraph struggle, feuding friction
My...
Words at haste
In a race
The next word chased
Is it such an immoral sin
My story is so wafer thin
What should I write?
A thriller, horror, something gory
A hero, good guy, steeped in glory
Something sinister, dark and black
Where the victim gets attacked
Something grand, pen in hand
A sentence short, not widely spanned
So there you have my short flash fiction
It's constricted, restricted, word eviction
A paragraph struggle, feuding friction
My...
#FreeVerse
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13 Comments
The Sentence
Some believe the suffering for a particularly heinous crime should be sentenced to include the cessation of that person's greatest passion in life. In making that passion cease to exist - you are sentencing the person to real living madness, the deliverance of a deserving punishment. Although who is to really judge what qualifies as heinous, not knowing the intricacies of a whole lifetime that may have led up to that moment.
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
A poet was sentenced to life imprisonment in a gray cell with a small lone window, low enough for a single view. Trapped inside of a gray cell, any puny view...
#dark
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Codex
#books
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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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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
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2 Comments
The Ghost Train
My name is Glen Harper. When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I've developed a routine that I do every day, and Ridgecrest Road, near where I live, is the perfect place to do it. It's quiet, and the scenic beauty is unbeatable.
Well, get this. One day, a half-mile down the road, behind thick trees where the old rusty abandoned rails sat, there moaned a chug-a-chug shuffle with a whistle's high-pitched squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
A train? Here? How could that be, I thought?
And yet, a train rolling behind those trees shook the ground like a small...
Well, get this. One day, a half-mile down the road, behind thick trees where the old rusty abandoned rails sat, there moaned a chug-a-chug shuffle with a whistle's high-pitched squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
A train? Here? How could that be, I thought?
And yet, a train rolling behind those trees shook the ground like a small...
#ghosts
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T for V
#vampires
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0 Comments
It's sweet insight
"Good afternoon sir, welcome to the patisserie. What can I get for you"
"Hi, yes I'd like some cake please"
"Certainly, is it for a particular occasion"
"No no, simply to observe"
"Hi, yes I'd like some cake please"
"Certainly, is it for a particular occasion"
"No no, simply to observe"
#funny
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