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Ethereal Evolutions ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

11 Monday Jun 2018

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She starts with a single thread
Carefully, weaving her loom
Intricate lines connected with ease
For those dropping by, certain doom

Several come calling, about her
None too quickly, do they escape
Caught in the strands of the webbing
She has carefully spun and draped

She has trapped so many before them
Even more know her clutches too well
A spider will always outfox her prey
When she captures them, under her spell

 

 

June Writing Prompt – Ethereal evolutions – Day 11/30

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Fizzled ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

10 Sunday Jun 2018

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Like fireworks, we ignite the skies
With hopes and dreams, and how’s and why’s

As radiant lights, we guide our hearts
Through thoughts and words, we must impart

Scattering about, with a certain flair
Watching, waiting, not knowing where

Eventually falling, back to the ground
Messages sent, are quite profound

With a thundering boom, we get your attention
Oh, the OOHs and AAHs, did I forget to mention?

That fireworks are a lot like you and I
Trying hard not to fizzle, when they die

 

 

June Writing Prompt – And then we all fizzled – Day 10/30

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#writephoto – Remains – #shortstory

08 Friday Jun 2018

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We are but mere bones in the catacombs of life. Laid out for all to see, we eventually fade away, back into the earth from which we came. I spent the latter part of my life in the earth, digging empty spaces, carefully placing the others who had passed before me, hoping one day, someone would do the same for me. Apparently, they have because I now lie here, naked, though carefully placed on a soft blanket and set inside a marble palace.  I was once a king, dethroned for my acts, sentenced to a life of hard times, until my death released me.

I am comfortable here. It’s so quiet, and a bit lonely, though. There are no other bones with which I could play with, no other jaws to hear clatter as the moles run about through them. Sigh. No, it’s just me in here. I think I hear noise coming from the other side of the marble but since I am dead, I cannot ask who’s there. So I wait. Maybe they have come to check on me, to make sure I am intact and still comfortable. But the marble is fused together. There is no way in nor out

Alas, I am truly a king, in my own castle, and it is here I shall remain, for all eternity.

 

 

 

 

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The House on the Side of the Road (finale) ~ #TuesdayTales #shortstory

05 Tuesday Jun 2018

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Each Tuesday (unless i forget), I will be sharing a short story, over several parts.  When one ends, I will begin another the following week.  I hope you enjoy!   🙂

PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE


When I awakened, I found myself alone. At least I hoped I was alone. I could make out some of the objects in the room. This only meant there had to be a light source of some kind coming in, perhaps from under the door. I gave my eyes a chance to adjust, hoping they wouldn’t play tricks on me. Finally! I could see the room, the furniture, and jumped for joy when nothing occupied the chair but an old blanket. This had to be a nightmare, right?

But it wasn’t. Just as I let my guard down a bit, his laughter filled the room. A sinister, barbaric laugh that sent chills throughout my body. I made no attempt to get any closer to the door, where, in fact, some light was trickling through. It was opening, slowly, but opening. Do I try to make my escape? Something inside of me said “run!’, but my feet wouldn’t move. I was doomed by my own trepidation.

A glint of light caught my eye. Something flashed against the silver doorknob, and was gone. Must be my eyes playing tricks with me. I didn’t think they could adjust any more than they had, so I gave in to the fact that I was seeing things. But I definitely heard something. It wasn’t the housekeeper, he had closed the door and continued laughing down the hallway. Who or what, something was in the room with me, and this time it wasn’t the mouse.

As I turned to get a sense of direction from the noise, I saw her. Not her. Me. Wielding a knife and coming right at me! I had no place to run. She had me cornered, I mean I had me cornered. I had no idea what was happening, only that at any given moment, I was going to die, and my fate lied in my own hands. But it didn’t matter what I thought. The knife came down and pierced my heart, blood rushing to the surface, covering my hand as I tried to stop it. I wasn’t going to make it out alive. It was then I realized, my own fear had killed me.

 

The End

 

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#writephoto – Conflagration – #shortstory

31 Thursday May 2018

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The story had been told long ago, and on this day it would come to fruition. She felt herself falling apart, bits and pieces burning up her insides. She didn’t know it would feel this way, praying she could make it stop. But it had been written, nothing mattered anymore. Little by little, she sank, closer to the ground, her body giving in and giving up, to a world she had, for so many years, seen through dark times.

The mountains would hide her demise, but many would still see how she gave up on them. Unwilling to share herself with the day, twilight was the time she chose. She felt it worked best. Slowly, she made her way behind the mountain tops, and in a burst of flame and smoke, she extinguished her life. Fire burned, her final light, as the Earth grew dark forever more.

 

 

 

 

 

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