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Would anyone be interested in commenting on my fiction?

OP here:

actually what you're reading isn't a completed story. it's not even a fragment of a story. it is what it is: a complete mess of sitting down, an idiot playing with coffee creamer, a clown with a hot gun in his pocket, and an unlucky thief. but the point of writing this wasn't to tell a complete story. it was more about evoking an emotion. i've written quite a few of these stories. primarily they all pick up somewhere completely random, sometimes midsentence, involve one event taking place, and end with the reader feeling like shouting WTF.

to tell you the truth, i'm not aiming on developing a piece of work anytime soon. i feel like with these small writings i am striving mastery of a technique. what technique you ask?

well, i'll let you know. here's another piece. a poem i wrote last night. i hope it fuels has much heated debate as this as seen.

I roll my cigarette
and look at it.
I think of how fat it is
of how long it is
of how I tear off the ends to smoke shorter cigarettes
of how much tobacco i save
of how much money I'll spend on papers
of how an older brother somewhere is telling a younger brother to "Roll it with a tobacco leaf. That's how we used to do it. You know how we'd make it stick?" "How?" "Butter. Sure did." "Alright, I'll try it, but if it ruins my tobacco, it's coming outta yours."
of how those two brothers might one day be interviewed about the incident. "I thought anything was possible." "And then that fool went right in there and did it."

Then I tried to figure out
how I came to that thought.
I thought
of the first thing I had thought, being a student of Jeet Kune Do from the school of Bruce Lee.
of being beaten up in an alley dressed as a Jeet Kune Do impersonator.
of how I'd like to have one really good fight.
of how I'd like that fight to be with one of my best friends, Jake or Jerred.
of what it would be like to get into a fight with Jerred
of having Jerred pinned down, screaming, "JAKE! HELP! HE'S GOT THE RAGE!!!" and then screaming in Jerred's face. "RAAAAAAAGGGGGGEE"

And I guess it was
about
there
that I wanted a cigarette.

And here be go again.