Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 2:23am
23rd May 2019 2:23am
Remniscent
I remember a time when I was young, and I could still dream in color...
A time when the days weren't so black and white; I could still see the beauty in the world before me.
I remember how vivid it all used to be; before I stopped listening, anyway.
Before I closed my eyes to the world,
Or before my eyes were closed for me...
The universe was my palate:
a brilliant spectrum of colors, with endless possibilities, and many different worlds to explore;
And I was the brush, painting my dreams on a pedestal before me, naive to the...
A time when the days weren't so black and white; I could still see the beauty in the world before me.
I remember how vivid it all used to be; before I stopped listening, anyway.
Before I closed my eyes to the world,
Or before my eyes were closed for me...
The universe was my palate:
a brilliant spectrum of colors, with endless possibilities, and many different worlds to explore;
And I was the brush, painting my dreams on a pedestal before me, naive to the...
#regret
#dreams
#death #memories
#death #memories
465 reads
25 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 10:52am
6th Oct 2019 10:52am
Hallowine
Hello!
Lovely to see you.
Please.
Come in.
Do sit down, make yourself comfortable.
May I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea- something stronger perhaps?
I do have wine. Red or white?
Red. Delicious! I’ll join you in a glass. I’ve just found a new pinot noir. I hope you’ll like it.
Your request to see me sounded
-urgent- I hope everything is all right.
Yes, I have noticed my husband has been working later than usual. Not altogether out of the ordinary though. Why do...
Lovely to see you.
Please.
Come in.
Do sit down, make yourself comfortable.
May I offer you something to drink? Coffee, tea- something stronger perhaps?
I do have wine. Red or white?
Red. Delicious! I’ll join you in a glass. I’ve just found a new pinot noir. I hope you’ll like it.
Your request to see me sounded
-urgent- I hope everything is all right.
Yes, I have noticed my husband has been working later than usual. Not altogether out of the ordinary though. Why do...
#jealousy
#wife
#husband #girlfriend
#husband #girlfriend
214 reads
18 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
122 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
24th Jun 2020 11:57pm
Blended Souls
WATER VIEW FEDERAL HILL
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND
Moss continued to surf through the television stations.
“Man, I told you that broad is nothing but trouble.”
“Not now Darwin.”
Moss flipped back to the current station.
A repeat broadcast played.
“Did you two check all the bus stations, and the airport terminal?”
“Moss, we checked every available avenue out of the city of Baltimore.”
“Shit!”
“Man chill out, if Nadia really wants you, she will find a...
#politics
#revenge
#passion
57 reads
6 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
Yew - A long story, short
863 reads
10 Comments
Calamityofgin
Poem Published
21st May 2020 11:02am
21st May 2020 11:02am
Hillbilly Music
It is dawn over these summer hills. The blue skirts of fog billow and lift and show their knees.
The water below caps white tipped and nips blue grey with the heads of big fish.
Pink dawn shows her lovely face.
She smiles a covenant with centuries of great pride.
Her arms hold a tale of the people, who were my Grandfathers, and my Mother’s own.
They were my Uncles and the children that rose from them.
They had dirty faces and broken backs. They owned mules and hounds that knew the way home.
...
The water below caps white tipped and nips blue grey with the heads of big fish.
Pink dawn shows her lovely face.
She smiles a covenant with centuries of great pride.
Her arms hold a tale of the people, who were my Grandfathers, and my Mother’s own.
They were my Uncles and the children that rose from them.
They had dirty faces and broken backs. They owned mules and hounds that knew the way home.
...
#love
107 reads
20 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
15th Jun 2020 4:17pm
Tunisian Afternoon
#sex
100 reads
10 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 7:47pm
4th Oct 2019 7:47pm
Swamp Gas
The smell of death
surrounds me
as I crawl carefully
through the
sultry steamy
mosquito-infested
swamp.
Upon closer
observation ,
I realize
that the smell
is coming from me.
surrounds me
as I crawl carefully
through the
sultry steamy
mosquito-infested
swamp.
Upon closer
observation ,
I realize
that the smell
is coming from me.
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#despair
#curse
136 reads
3 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 9:46pm
27th Sep 2019 9:46pm
Philosophy For Life
When I was like Hippos Go Berserk!
no guide to show me the way
I was the untethered soul
immersed in Zen Meditation.
Though not quite Turning Japanese
decided on A Trip to South America
maybe discover my own
Book of Thorns replacing my youth
& Pocket Pal
with my Pocket Zen.
I did managed to uncover
The Hound of Heaven
amidst Sapiens in the
Southern Hemisphere
guiding me
to a new type of Philosophy For Life.
_______________________________________________
1. Philosophy For...
no guide to show me the way
I was the untethered soul
immersed in Zen Meditation.
Though not quite Turning Japanese
decided on A Trip to South America
maybe discover my own
Book of Thorns replacing my youth
& Pocket Pal
with my Pocket Zen.
I did managed to uncover
The Hound of Heaven
amidst Sapiens in the
Southern Hemisphere
guiding me
to a new type of Philosophy For Life.
_______________________________________________
1. Philosophy For...
#identity
#Buddhist
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
287 reads
23 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2014 4:00pm
23rd Feb 2014 4:00pm
#2 The Jinn Hunter
Rayael went to Oman she travelled there by night and slept throughout the day, she stopped in Muscat and rented herself a donkey, not for the ride, but for the bray she would need that come 3am. She threw her satchel over the side of the beast counting her candles making sure she had seven of them and had not lost one on her travels, these candles could not be replaced, not in the time she would need them by so all seven bare importance to this journey. Each candles wax made from the adipocere from the Prophet Solomon, he too could see the jinn without having to look very hard, he had a jinn...
561 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
30th Jun 2020 2:31am
Spanish Chic in Bauhaus Vinyl
Spanish Chic in Bauhaus Vinyl
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as “I read.” ...
“What would you like today, Mr. John?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu.”
“You mean me?”
“Give me a shot of mezcal with the worm, dead or alive.”
She hovers. “For your information, there are no live worms in our mezcal. Don’t believe what you see in the movies. And we haven’t gotten our liquor license yet. Mr. John, what do you do for fun other than impersonating a bad hombre?”
“I write.”
My unexpected answer is translated upon traveling from her ear to her brain as “I read.” ...
#love
#romantic
#funny
#sensual
#crush
47 reads
4 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
19th May 2018 8:32pm
19th May 2018 8:32pm
And You Think You Are Having A Bad Day ? ( A Small Town Story )
Outside of a small town , lived a man named Joe...
now Joe had a small place , not a lot of room ,
with the house and gardens taking up all room ,
right up to the road...but that road was a dirt road
and during the winter it got soft and Joe got stuck
in the mud more than once ;
So Joe decided to do something about it ;
He found some old hay for giveaway , but he had to take the whole huge pile ;
So he asked the neighbor Jim Bob , if he could borrow his huge truck , to do the job...
now Joe had a small place , not a lot of room ,
with the house and gardens taking up all room ,
right up to the road...but that road was a dirt road
and during the winter it got soft and Joe got stuck
in the mud more than once ;
So Joe decided to do something about it ;
He found some old hay for giveaway , but he had to take the whole huge pile ;
So he asked the neighbor Jim Bob , if he could borrow his huge truck , to do the job...
#anxiety
#dark
#conflict
#humankind
#confusion
280 reads
13 Comments
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