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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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At the Corner of 15th and 8th – #shortstory – #JuneWriting

22 Saturday Jun 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in 100 word story, June Writing

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Ever notice that one person in the room who no one else is talking to? Do you wonder why? Perhaps it’s because they can’t see them. But you can. That little girl cowering in the corner, the teenager looking for answers. That’s what this night had become for Dani.

She was invited to a house warming party. Her friends moved across town and were anxious to show her the new place. People milled around, and her friend was beaming with pride. But the light coming from behind her wasn’t normal. In fact it was a bit eerie.

Trying not to look like something was wrong, Dani approached her friend. As she walked around her, she saw her. There, sitting on the stool by the kitchen breakfast bar, was a young woman, emanating an incredible glow. Dani took a step backward, and in doing so, bumped into Marianne. The young woman at the bar giggled. Marianne wasn’t too thrilled but tried to look amused at her clumsy friend.

“Better lay off the punch, Dani”, Sam teased.

“She hasn’t had any yet”, Marianne chimed in, her tone less than polite.

“Sorry, guys. I was trying to figure out who the girl was, sitting at the kitchen bar.”

Everyone looked strangely at Dani. Now she was really confused. Pointing to the occupied seat, she said “her, right there. Who are you?”

Marianne had a different look on her face now. She was worried.

“Um, Dani, hon? There’s no one sitting at the bar.”

Now Dani was confused. She clearly saw a young girl sitting there, drink in hand, smiling at her. Sam walked over to the bar and pulled out the stools, one by one. Shrugging his shoulders, he returned to his wife’s side. Dani looked again and the girl was gone. Thinking the soda she had was laced with alcohol, Dani shrugged it off to the atmosphere in the house. After all, it was a party, with everyone having a great time. Maybe she was imagining something that wasn’t there. Or was she?

Finding a seat on the sofa, Dani plopped herself down and began to relax. The party was in full swing and people were everywhere. Chatting with whomever happened by her, Dani found herself tiring. It had been a long day at the office, and she was exhausted. It was time for her to say her goodbyes, and make her way home.

As she gathered her things, kissed Sam and Marianne goodbye, she caught another glimpse of the mysterious young girl. She was standing by the door, waiting. Dani looked around, then back at her. She was shaking her head and motioning to Dani to follow her. Dani didn’t move. Looking at the door again, she saw her still waiting, but she was pouting. Had Dani upset this, what did she upset? She didn’t even know what to call it. Was it all just a figment of her imagination? She was overtired and bleary eyed. Yes, that’s it.

She went to the front door, no one else in sight, and stepped out into the cool air. It immediately awakened her. She saw her cab waiting and made her way to it. Hopping in the back seat she gave the driver her address. “You can drop me at the corner.”

Nodding, the cabby began driving. It wasn’t long before he was waking Dani up to let her know she had arrived at her destination. Sighing, she paid the driver and got out. Barely able to stand, she started the walk to her apartment. It was a good distance down, and the night had turned to quite a chill. When she reached the cross street by her apartment, a strange feeling came over her. Looking up, there she was. Had she followed Dani home? Dani tried to call out to her, but she paid no mind. She kept walking ahead of Dani, occasionally picking up the pace.

Dani found herself speeding up, determined to get to the end of it all. She had to find out who this girl was and why she had this glow about her. Calling out to her one more time, the girl stopped and turned toward Dani. But the glow was gone, and it was replaced with an eerie redness, almost like a fire. Who or what was this girl and what did she want from Dani? It was as Dani approached her on this dark and desolate street, at the corner of 15th and 8th, she finally disappeared.

And Dani with her…

 

June Writing Prompt – At the corner of 15th and 8th, she finally disappeared. – Day 22/30

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Sounds in the Night ~ #poeticprose #spirits

26 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetic Prose, Poetry

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#poeticprose, #poetry, bedroom, door, dorindaduclos.com, dream, footsteps, imagination, Night Owl Poetry, nightmare, party, poems, Poetic Prose, spirits, voices, writing


Water drips in the shower stall, there’s no one in that room, at all; revelry, a party, who’s it for? I can’t take this anymore. What are these sounds, voices that cry, and wake the slumber from my eyes; why do they always come for me, why can’t they leave and let me be! Or in the least, invite me too, but who, indeed, I have no clue.

I’ve heard them so many times before, so I sneak across the hallway floor; but, of course, there’s no one here, another nightmare, this I fear. I try to go back to my room, but stop, to smell the sweet perfume. Who is it, they, who wreck my sleep, and cause these visions, much too deep; I think it’s how they toy with me, I ponder a moment, then disagree.

Deciding, at last, I should ignore; I go back to my bed, but leave open, the door.

 

Author’s Note:  based on a true incident, a somewhat nightly occurrence.

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Deep Down in the Dungeon ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

06 Thursday Dec 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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#DecemberWriting, #poetry, bones, Christmas, dorindaduclos.com, dungeon, king, Night Owl Poetry, party, poems, revelry, skeltons, writing, writing prompt


Deep down in the dungeon, noises could be heard

That rattled the bones of the dead, as they stirred

Awakened by the party, yet another drunken sot

All gathered together, twas the King, and his lot

Revelry continued, ugh, the sound was too much

They decided it was time, but what to do in a clutch?

It was Christmas, they pondered, was not Halloween

They needed a plan, should they query the Queen?

Of course not, she was one of the revelers, too

Instead, here’s what they decided they should do

Donning a Santa hat, they made their way upstairs

After all, they’re just bones, so nobody should care

They were the life of the party, how could that be?

Since they were dead, causing all that whoopee!

When everyone had gone, the King found his way

He wanted to thank them for saving the day

But nowhere could he find, those strange unknowns

All they left behind, were a few broken bones…

 

December Writing Prompt – Deep down in the dungeon – Day 6/31

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The Frankenstein Feast – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo

16 Tuesday Oct 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry

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#OctoberWriting, #poetry, Alice, bash, beasts, Chaplin, clowns, dorindaduclos.com, feast, Frankenstein, ghouls, goblins, Halloween, Jack O Lantern, Monsters, Night Owl Poetry, OctPoWriMo, party, poems, pumpkin, werewolf, writing


He gathered them together
Every goblin, ghoul and beast
To celebrate this day with him
At the annual Frankenstein feast

Wolfman came in full attire
Alice brought a rabbit in a hat
Jack O’Lantern brought the pie
And grandpa turned up as a bat

Of course, Frank had celebrities
Most had their faces masked
He even had some other folks
Though they were never asked

But Frankie didn’t care, no sir
Everyone was welcome to crash
Clowns, kids, even Chaplin did
It was the greatest monster bash!

 

October Writing Prompt – The Frankenstein Feast – Day 16/31
OctPoWriMo

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Baby Boom ~ #JuneWriting #poetry

09 Saturday Jun 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in June Writing, Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, ado, baby, ballyhoo, boy, dorindaduclos.com, fuss, girl, labor, neighbors, Night Owl Poetry, party, poems, writing, writing prompt


It was quite the extravagant fuss
In fact, it was superfluous
To invite all the neighbors
To witness the labor
Then stand around and discuss

But Gina wanted it this way
All the ladies, at once, had their say
Name her Lucy, Meg or Tilly
But, oh no, never Willy
We just can’t wait for this day!

The men couldn’t stand anymore
Led their ladies right out the front door
Making one big to-do
Leaving Gina so blue
And angry at Jim, to the core

Poor Jim, he could feel the doom
As the due date did solemnly loom
Can you imagine the noise?
When they found out it was boys!
Not one, but two, baby boom!

 

 

June Writing Prompt – Beyond the ballyhoo – Day 9/30

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