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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

~ "The silence of the night awakens my soul"

Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Oblivion ~ #creativewriting #fiction

04 Thursday May 2017

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in creative writing, Fiction

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It’s funny how things happen, how oblivious I am to my surroundings, and who I am, until I hit that proverbial brick wall and wonder why all I had done just faded away. She reminded me often of that. I don’t think I ever forgave her. After all, wasn’t it she who taught me how to hide my feelings, how to disappear into oblivion.

 

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In Limbo ~ 50 Word Story

23 Thursday Mar 2017

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I died last night. Much like the wilted petals of an old bouquet of roses, I crumbled. My spirit lingered, then disappeared into the mist, and scattered my soul. Floating in limbo, I reached out, seeking those I remembered, and found myself lost, with those I had long since forgotten.

 

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Caught in the Act – #shortstory #fiction

14 Monday Nov 2016

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green-1757807_960_720He caught me

I was trying to hide it. The wee hours had their hold on me, again. Every night the same routine, except tonight. He caught me. The glare of the back light made it impossible to shield what I was doing. I thought I was rather quiet, but it didn’t matter.

Sound or no, he just waited for me to notice him. I did, but refused to acknowledge his stare. Ignoring something or someone is easy enough, until of course, the daggers being thrown in your direction eventually hit their target. Okay, okay, I get it.

I’m disturbing him. I could shade it with my hands. I could stop altogether but that’s not an option. No, I’ll just keep ignoring, he’ll just keep glaring, and then the battery died. I needed to plug my phone in. He smiled and rolled over.  Damn, he wins every time.

 

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Hidden ~ a short story

24 Monday Oct 2016

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windows-1209555_960_720In the wee hours, she is awakened by three distinct knocks. Glancing at her husband, she scowls at him.  He is blissfully sleeping. Something is wrong. He’s usually the one who hears the noises. But not tonight. Tonight, only she is summoned by the hidden ones, who rustle you from a deep sleep, then disappear. Will they knock again?

Silence returns her to her journey back to dreamland, until, a whisper in the dark reminds her, not tonight. Tonight, she is the one who must answer the call. Disturbing no one, she gets out of bed, dons her robe and disappears into the darkness. Cursing under her breath, she closes the bedroom window, reminding  herself to tell her husband to cut the branch that keeps knocking against the pane, when it dances with the wind.

 

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Until Night Fell – #RomanticTuesday #100WordStories

20 Tuesday Sep 2016

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Their eyes locked, a clandestine meeting of two hearts. She looked away, but he could not. She could feel the fire of his stare, salacious, as he took in her beauty. She felt her cheeks flush, her body, all sensation, the longing for his touch, and his lips upon hers. She could bare the heat no longer, the aching need to lose herself from the inferno building inside her. Writhing, twisting and turning, she finally released herself from the tangled mass of sheet and blanket. Tearing them off her, bathed in sweat, she was finally free. Until night fell again.

 

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