Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
TheOralizer
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 1:49am
10th Jan 2021 1:49am
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
58 reads
0 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 9:00pm
15th Jan 2021 9:00pm
Beyond the Big Bang
Like many companies from various countries as well as some from government agencies like NASA, Naturex had a base on Mars. Just Mars unlike others who also had locations on the moon, digging for all the natural resources they could find.
Part of Naturex's mission had more to do with finding ways to improve of lidfe, trying to develop new methods to produce and preserve food.
But the big part of their mission was to explore and maybe find another planet similar to earth in the big and ever expanding universe.
Big John, so named because of his six foot two hundred...
Part of Naturex's mission had more to do with finding ways to improve of lidfe, trying to develop new methods to produce and preserve food.
But the big part of their mission was to explore and maybe find another planet similar to earth in the big and ever expanding universe.
Big John, so named because of his six foot two hundred...
#universe
27 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
200 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 3:17am
25th Feb 2021 3:17am
My Sweet Valentine (Part V of Part V)
#love
#lover
34 reads
2 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 5:35pm
8th Aug 2020 5:35pm
BOOK OF WORDS -sequence chapter 1, chapter 2
Chapter 1) It begins (second part)
They are called “Clan of Nor” and wear the history of a peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely built and slightly larger. Chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept. Each time I touch the Main Leading Wolves fur I am filled with pine needle dreams , forest dances in their eyes.Many a myth they tell me. They came from the OLd World far , long ago before existence of any written history. Before mankand named them Wolf.
Varg, Evening Wolf- who is the main Leader, he tells me stories....
They are called “Clan of Nor” and wear the history of a peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely built and slightly larger. Chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept. Each time I touch the Main Leading Wolves fur I am filled with pine needle dreams , forest dances in their eyes.Many a myth they tell me. They came from the OLd World far , long ago before existence of any written history. Before mankand named them Wolf.
Varg, Evening Wolf- who is the main Leader, he tells me stories....
#universe
#nature
#mythology
128 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 5:51pm
8th Feb 2021 5:51pm
Skipped To The Loo
Covered in the dust on a shelf. The dark found me in a shoebox under the clothes hangers of dangling webs. I was trying to fit-in into my deadman shoes, 91/2 B. Looking anemic and short of breath. Returning from death's detox as you roll down your garters and kissed me profane like you use to do. As I bled from my spleen from a hatpin in my chest. You skipped to the loo holding my heart to a flush.
#dark
#erotic
44 reads
7 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
14th Aug 2019 2:19am
the stone that floated
a young acolyte, who recently
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
entered the monastery to learn
the way, saw a venerable ancient
master walking slowly in the garden.
the young man ran over to him
and exclaimed with great excitement,
"Teach me master! Teach me
everything! "
the old master, bent over with age,
looked up at the young man. A
small, wise smile drew back his
lips and he softly said,
"I will teach you nothing."
the novice looked shocked
and walked sadly away, not
realizing that he had experienced
his...
#Buddhist
191 reads
6 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
15th Mar 2018 7:10pm
15th Mar 2018 7:10pm
DRIVE-IN
The whole town is abuzz. Excited for the grand opening of the Monty Drive-in Cinema off Highway 7. Having just started my Freshman year of college and new in town, I decide to go to a movie alone wanting to see first-hand what is the big deal about this new theater.
I hop into my brand new, green ‘53 Ford Customline, a high school graduation gift from my parents, and head to the drive-in, 2 hours early to insure that I get a good parking spot. After buying my ticket at the booth I choose a spot on the second row, space #23 as identified by a plaque attached to a steel pole,...
I hop into my brand new, green ‘53 Ford Customline, a high school graduation gift from my parents, and head to the drive-in, 2 hours early to insure that I get a good parking spot. After buying my ticket at the booth I choose a spot on the second row, space #23 as identified by a plaque attached to a steel pole,...
#happiness
#love
#relationships
#marriage
#FallingInLove
455 reads
16 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
Yew - A long story, short
1001 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
220 reads
3 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 5:15am
2nd Feb 2021 5:15am
Becoming Trinity, Inside the mind of a female serial killer
Please copy and past and listen while reading
And as always thanks for looking
Black Sabbath : War Pig
https://youtube.com/watch?v=LQUXuQ6Zd9w
This is written in Bostonian language to the best of my ability I was born in Boston this is not about me but I’m writing it from a first person...
And as always thanks for looking
Black Sabbath : War Pig
https://youtube.com/watch?v=LQUXuQ6Zd9w
This is written in Bostonian language to the best of my ability I was born in Boston this is not about me but I’m writing it from a first person...
#PowerOfWords
90 reads
21 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:16pm
14th Sep 2019 5:16pm
the drop
frail
he sat
on the ledge
by the dead tree
slow draw
the breath
taking an eternity
filling
his chest
then
a blink
setting off the departure
a droplet
decades in the making
on its way
three hundred feet to the ground
reflecting not just the light
but also the shades
from the peak
at each point of reflection
before hitting
the rock
bottom
with a velocity and weight
of a wartime projectile
splash
a crash ...
he sat
on the ledge
by the dead tree
slow draw
the breath
taking an eternity
filling
his chest
then
a blink
setting off the departure
a droplet
decades in the making
on its way
three hundred feet to the ground
reflecting not just the light
but also the shades
from the peak
at each point of reflection
before hitting
the rock
bottom
with a velocity and weight
of a wartime projectile
splash
a crash ...
#love
#dark
#nature
#humankind
#philosophical
354 reads
11 Comments
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