Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:41am
Yesterday 4:41am
Looking for the Sun
This is a story of the fight for survival. The fight to find light.
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
The cold frigid air was making it hard to breathe. I hadn't found any place where it was warm for a while now. Ever since the sun went out, the world has been in chaos. My mother told me that she loved me right before she was shot. People were desperate for food and killed each other over it. My mother was the unlucky soul who tried to protect her child and died because of it. Imagine your mother on her knees in front of you, a gun in her face, and you can't do anything to help her. She died in front of me and I...
#sadness
#snow
#despair
#nightmares
#dystopian
22 reads
4 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
177 reads
18 Comments
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
378 reads
25 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 2:14am
8th Jan 2020 2:14am
Grannypig in a Web - Mel Won't Bite
Mel used almost no brain power to respond, after climbing to the mountain, drinking from the fountain, and so much more only to realize certain parts of civil life offended her inner savage beyond tolerable limits, including her fallible local credit system. “No way. After our last adventure with Chaz, no more! We agreed. We share Grandpa's farm and I won't risk it again. Not even with vids going gangbusters. We are still making money with ads, right?”
“Not really anymore, no. Sorry. Do you think your black-ops guys had anything to do with it? Our view counts seem to have reset,...
“Not really anymore, no. Sorry. Do you think your black-ops guys had anything to do with it? Our view counts seem to have reset,...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
54 reads
4 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
91 reads
6 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
Yew - A long story, short
773 reads
10 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2018 6:06pm
3rd Jan 2018 6:06pm
Unknown
I dreamt our home was surrounded by dappling shimmering trees; almond, lemon, nectarine, orange and the heady distilled aroma from cherry blossoms & jasmine.
The latter lined the u shape unsealed gravel road that nestled the entrance to our acreage property at the base of the mountains.
We created multicolored stained glass mosaic wall features, nestled between the monastic vaulted ceilings, and each of those creations intricately depicted the love we each shared for one another as the sun beamed it's light to create a kaleidoscope of colors.
Hard wood...
The latter lined the u shape unsealed gravel road that nestled the entrance to our acreage property at the base of the mountains.
We created multicolored stained glass mosaic wall features, nestled between the monastic vaulted ceilings, and each of those creations intricately depicted the love we each shared for one another as the sun beamed it's light to create a kaleidoscope of colors.
Hard wood...
301 reads
2 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
241 reads
23 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
73 reads
0 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 4:33pm
19th Aug 2019 4:33pm
Kernel Series Unknown. 16
The knowledge that this whole experience is just a mental construct is frightening, the fabric of everything I once believed was now not true.
I feel a connectedness to all consciousness, even though I had my own, separate datastream. What was once an overwhelming experience of knowledge has become a place of peace.
Somehow, his voice managed to filter everything into him, turn it down just a little, and then connect it to me in a way my mind didn't feel as though it were about to schism.
I felt a longing, a yearning for all the units I knew to be able to...
I feel a connectedness to all consciousness, even though I had my own, separate datastream. What was once an overwhelming experience of knowledge has become a place of peace.
Somehow, his voice managed to filter everything into him, turn it down just a little, and then connect it to me in a way my mind didn't feel as though it were about to schism.
I felt a longing, a yearning for all the units I knew to be able to...
#technology
#philosophical
#scifi
136 reads
7 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 5:19pm
6th Apr 2019 5:19pm
Nap dream 06.04
Rememeber when we floated down that brilliant blue river in Rome?
When the buildings were backlit with cold white leds and I could see life reflected in your eyes.
Those giant snails with colouring changing shells tickled our feet and I never felt more at home.
Oh, no?
It must have just been a dream.
When the buildings were backlit with cold white leds and I could see life reflected in your eyes.
Those giant snails with colouring changing shells tickled our feet and I never felt more at home.
Oh, no?
It must have just been a dream.
#dreams
311 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
What You Can See Goes On Forever
( prose poetry )
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
#childhood
#family
#countryside
#memories
#sacrifice
223 reads
27 Comments
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