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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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Friday Fantasy ~ The Abduction – #dark #poetry

14 Friday Jun 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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Whispers, silence in the night

Shadows, figures in the light

Footsteps, echo off the ground

Bodies, scattering around

Screaming, nothing can be heard

Blindness, filters the absurd

Evil, gathering its flock

Spirits, race against the clock

Sunlight, rising in the east

Demons end their deadly feast

 

 

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Beware the Shadows – #shortstory – #JuneWriting

05 Wednesday Jun 2019

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The shadows crept along as the night grew old. Even the full moon had hidden itself behind the darkened clouds. This was the hour you didn’t want to be outside, this was the time when all hell broke loose. And there was nothing you could do to stop it. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t hide, because they’d find you. Their ability to sneak in and out of the smallest spaces without being noticed, made them perfect for this master plan. But whose plan was it?

~~~~~

Macy spent the better half of Saturday gathering all the things she’d need for the camping trip. She and her friends had planned this, for what seemed like forever. She doubled checked her pack, made sure everything fit snuggly, and tested the weight. They’d be hiking a bit of the way before reaching the campgrounds. Too much weight meant too slow a hike, and most likely, a back ache. She didn’t want anything to mess up this trip. Feeling the weight again, she decided she needed to pare it down. She just wasn’t sure what to take out.

Sunday morning came up fast. Macy was pretty sure she didn’t sleep, and that wasn’t a good thing. Sandy, Patty and Kate arrived shortly after six, when the sun was just coming up over the eastern mountains. The chill in the air meant the girls would need their windbreakers to keep out the cold. Each donned a different color, laughing as they looked at each other. “A bunch of misfits” chortled Patty, making them laugh even more. Finally, everything was packed in the SUV and they hopped in, raring to go.

The ride seemed to be taking longer than expected. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” asked Kate. “We’ve been on the road for two hours already. The sun is up and we haven’t even reached the trails.” The other girls all nodded in agreement. Macy wasn’t sure if she had missed a turn somewhere, or if they were all too anxious. Trying to turn her GPS on, she found she had no signal. “Must be a dead spot here” she told the others. They all knew if they were on the right track, there were no dead spots. This was something they already looked into.

Macy started to panic, trying to be sure the other girls didn’t see her face. The gas gauge was falling and there were no signs for gas, lodging, food, nothing. She pulled over to the side of the road, trying to keep herself under control. The others had dozed off, until the car stopped. They thought they had reached the trails, and began chattering excitedly, then they realized they didn’t know where they were.

By this time the sun had started to set in the western sky. There was no shield from the elements, and the wind was brutal. There was no way they could stay there all night. Even the car had chilled once Macy turned it off.

A rustling sound came from the left side of the car, but nothing was there. They all agreed it was probably the wind, and tried to nestle together to stay as warm as possible. Patty suggested they turn around and head back in the direction they came, but the twilight can be deceiving. What if they got lost even farther from home? Besides, Macy reminded them, they were running out of fuel. They’d have to wait for morning, when they could see where they were going. Finally drifting off to sleep, they were awakened by a loud knocking sound.

Looking outside the windows, they saw nothing. Shrugging it off, they attempted to reclaim the sleep they desperately needed. Again, a loud knocking. This time, Macy flipped on the interior lights in the car, hoping to see what was causing all the noise. Still, there was nothing. A blur came across the windshield, and around the side of the car. Frightened, the girls hovered closer together. There it was again. This time, bigger than before. Then it was gone. After a short while, they fell back to sleep, and awakened with the first light. Macy attempted to start the car, but nothing happened. It wouldn’t turn over. Looking at her friends, she shrugged and said, “We wanted to hike and camp, guess this is it.”

As they exited the car, they felt a strong chill pierce through them. Patty let out a scream and as they turned to see what she was yelling about, she disappeared. Terrified by what they saw, the three girls clung to each other, promising to not let go. Kate brought it to their attention that she needed to use a bathroom. Macy and Sandy realized they did, too, but none of them would leave the others. Finally, unable to hold out, Kate let go and headed to the other side of the car. A small noise came from there, and they knew. Kate was gone, too. Making their way back into the car, Macy & Sandy, both pale as could be, wondered when it would be their turn. Locking the doors, Macy took a deep breath and asked Sandy if she thought the two were playing a trick on them. Sandy reminded her they all saw Patty disappear before them.

Huddled together, finding some solace in knowing they were not alone, both girls drifted off to sleep. When Macy awakened, Sandy was gone. Not a trace of her was left behind. Even her pack was gone. Afraid to look out the window of the car, she kept her head down, trying to figure out what was going on. She was alone now. And more afraid than ever. Getting up the nerve, she lifted her head and looked out the windshield. Staring back at her were two black eyes, surrounded by a swirling cloud of darkness. It was patient, just watching her, and she starred back. It seemed disconcerted for a moment, then resumed its stare. It had waited long enough. Slipping into the car through the windshield, it grabbed Macy and dragged her with it. The car was left abandoned on the side of the road. When the police found it, there was no trace of the girls inside. The only thing they noticed was a cloud of dark mist coming over the horizon…heading straight for them.

 

June Writing Prompt – The shadows crept along as the night grew old – Day 5/30

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The Sisters – #writephoto – #shortstory

16 Thursday May 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in short story, WritePhoto

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#poetry, #shortstory, death, dorindaduclos.com, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, sisters, spirit, wicker, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt


They danced, among the shadows of the grass, as one with the earth they stood upon. Arms stretched out, hands clasped, one to the other, not wanting to break the chain. But something was missing. The circle was not complete. Still, they tried, reaching for their lost sister, hoping to, somehow, get her back.

~~~~~~

Four sisters would always gather in the clearing of a large meadow, overlooking a small town. It was their safe haven, where they could dance, chant, and be one with the spirits. Each midday, they stood in a circle, hand to hand, and prayed to the goddesses. Each had a different goddess, each willing the other three should also be so blessed. Until that one day…

Three sisters showed up at the usual time, but number four was nowhere to be seen. They waited, becoming concerned, and impatient. Finally, one said, “We should just start without her.” The other sisters shook their heads, claiming it wouldn’t be right to begin without her. They waited. As the day grew shorter, the shadows crept in.

The scenery was changing. What was once lush green grass and blue sky was no longer. All color had faded to monochrome. And the shadows grew deeper around them. It was then they decided to join hands and hope their sister could hear them and perhaps join them. Though the sisters remained incomplete, the shadows cast a perfect circle.

“My eyes are playing tricks!” said sister one.

“As are mine!” said sister three.

Sister two said nothing. Turning toward her, they asked, “Do you not see the changes, dear sister? Are your eyes not the same as ours?”

“I see no change about me,” she cried. “I see two sisters grieving over a sister who will never return, perhaps she is part of the shadow world.” She sneered at them, and their blood turned cold. Realizing she must be the reason a sister was missing, they tried to break the triad. Their hands would not come undone. They pulled, and pulled, to no avail.

The seasons changed, the winter came, and the grass had died, as did the sisters, who remained attached to each other, for all eternity. There stands three figures, wicker-like, as if someone sculpted them.  Should you come upon them, standing in the clearing, take heed. While three may be seen, there is a fourth, lurking, in the shadows of immortality.

 

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Wicker

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Through the Darkness ~ #freeverse #darkpoetry

12 Tuesday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in free verse, Poetry

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Night falls
I am weary
Heavy lids close
Still the light
Shimmers through
The darkness
Imaginary figures
Move, sway
Shadows weave
An endless tale
Within corners
Of the room
Sheets rustle
Lashes flutter
Semi-closed
A glimpse
Into the
Void
Dreams
Take over
Nightmares
Consume
Still the light
Shimmers through
The darkness

 

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Shadows of the Night ~ #dark #poetry

26 Tuesday Feb 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry

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#darkpoetry, #poetry, depression, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, laughter, mockery, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, visions, writing


I see you every evening, when I close the light

Darkness in my doorway, lurking in the night

What is it you’ve come for, what is it you need?

You don’t answer, but my sleep, you do impede

I try to close my eyes a bit, yet, I can still see

Your shadow lurking in the night, making fun of me

But I can’t hear your laughter, I can’t hear your voice

I try to block you out of my mind, as if I have a choice

You can leave now, go on, and just let me go to sleep

So I can dream of shadows…

…that around my bedroom, creep

 

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