Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Short stories and chapters from books and novels
Poems written by Top Critiquers
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 4:49am
17th Apr 2021 4:49am
Seduced (Part III Of Part IV)
#lover
#passion
72 reads
3 Comments
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
83 reads
0 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
160 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 6:35am
Today 6:35am
His Strudel is Her Methadone
His Strudel is Her Methadone
She tells her fellow girlfriend and Barista wrapped in one, “When I get in this mood I laugh at everything. I laugh at customers in their faces which isn’t good at work. This happens to me once a week. I spilled coffee on my skirt and it was hilarious.”
A patron says, “Are you are in a funny mood?”
She focuses on her customer at hand, “Oh, sir I’m all ticklish. Give me Xanax to calm me down.”
“Is it my beard or my tattoo that tickles you?”
“Your beard would have to touch me to give me the giggles. My humor is an inside...
She tells her fellow girlfriend and Barista wrapped in one, “When I get in this mood I laugh at everything. I laugh at customers in their faces which isn’t good at work. This happens to me once a week. I spilled coffee on my skirt and it was hilarious.”
A patron says, “Are you are in a funny mood?”
She focuses on her customer at hand, “Oh, sir I’m all ticklish. Give me Xanax to calm me down.”
“Is it my beard or my tattoo that tickles you?”
“Your beard would have to touch me to give me the giggles. My humor is an inside...
#brother
#sister
#coffee
#funny
#sensual
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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
123 reads
7 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
Today 8:12am
Today 8:12am
Aphrodite Rising (II of III)
* *
The branches of a tree took on the shape of a gnarled hand, twisting out of the Earth, reaching out into the darkness, creating the fortified structure of an enriched shadow, in which I stood… Watching. Taking the pulse of my surroundings.
I breathed in the equanimity of a peace that is evolved from confrontations with nightmarish figures in the labyrinths of the underworld of the self, finding a line in the fabric of the night, moving with single minded purpose.
My foot made contact with the wall, propelling my upward grasp to pull me up in one...
The branches of a tree took on the shape of a gnarled hand, twisting out of the Earth, reaching out into the darkness, creating the fortified structure of an enriched shadow, in which I stood… Watching. Taking the pulse of my surroundings.
I breathed in the equanimity of a peace that is evolved from confrontations with nightmarish figures in the labyrinths of the underworld of the self, finding a line in the fabric of the night, moving with single minded purpose.
My foot made contact with the wall, propelling my upward grasp to pull me up in one...
#angels
#aliens
6 reads
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Em-ily
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 7:17am
23rd Apr 2021 7:17am
A true story, but
I don't really exist
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#minimalist
44 reads
11 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
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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
477 reads
16 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 4:31am
4th Oct 2019 4:31am
Kuekuatsu (the Wolverine)
O' Lora.
I've swam the most treacherous of oceans,
dived into the darkest caves.
Been held captive in cages,
and tortured for my sins.
I've glimpsed the grimmest of graves,
walked the darkest of valleys.
But never for a second feared.
O' Lora, my love.
I've been hurt,
I've been made to bleed.
Death has visited me so many times,
There's no limit to what I've seen.
I've been broken,
torn to pieces,
And drowned.
As payment for all my wrong doings.
In turn I've exerted my vengeance. ...
I've swam the most treacherous of oceans,
dived into the darkest caves.
Been held captive in cages,
and tortured for my sins.
I've glimpsed the grimmest of graves,
walked the darkest of valleys.
But never for a second feared.
O' Lora, my love.
I've been hurt,
I've been made to bleed.
Death has visited me so many times,
There's no limit to what I've seen.
I've been broken,
torn to pieces,
And drowned.
As payment for all my wrong doings.
In turn I've exerted my vengeance. ...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#moon
445 reads
6 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
240 reads
3 Comments
samael
Poem Published
11th Jan 2018 8:14pm
11th Jan 2018 8:14pm
A voyage of the moon : the Triumph of Death
In the early morning hours hawthorn
a river of choppy clouds
flowed
from the skies suicide
and the moon
was the most beautiful drowning victim
you were the bright morning star
a lioness
seeking someone to devour
calm
quiet
not like human flesh drums
skins of war beating
but turned auburn leaves falling
at a funeral for a friend
mine was the bully
and so the moon escaped the clutches of Death
gunning for her
high above German cathedrals
Kyoto gravestones
walking...
a river of choppy clouds
flowed
from the skies suicide
and the moon
was the most beautiful drowning victim
you were the bright morning star
a lioness
seeking someone to devour
calm
quiet
not like human flesh drums
skins of war beating
but turned auburn leaves falling
at a funeral for a friend
mine was the bully
and so the moon escaped the clutches of Death
gunning for her
high above German cathedrals
Kyoto gravestones
walking...
#hope
#dreams
#death
#nature
#fate
345 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Fictional Prose by Top Critiquers: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
