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I
Met the
Ghost within
My silent self
One who whispers words
To hear inspiration
Letting my own light shine through
Life to my imagination
I grow with sweet silent whispered words
To shine as bright as stars in the dark night…
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For thirty-two years
My face trapped inside an iron mask
Royal treatment gives no comfort
As guards bow on entering my cell
Yet they make no attempt
to rescue me from this torment
my face, long forgotten
yet my mind never ceases to work
remembering each moment
where I am meant to be
who I was born to be?
I pray for my memory to fade
That darkness never comes
It is the face of my brother
That keeps memory alive
At night my thoughts grow dark
I have killed him, torn his body apart
in thousand different ways
Would you not want to do the same?
Trapped as I am?
It’s 2.02 pm.
I am driving past St. Bonneville
My home, my place of work
The gravestones shimmer under moonlight
Like broken teeth.
An illuminated grimace.
I felt my heart give an extra beat
An uncomfortable feeling of being watched.
I pulled the car into the rectory
Gravel spitting
I would need to change my clothes
Check the font for water before morning.
I heard the broken hall clock chime at 3pm
Making the night feel decidedly unholy
If it weren’t for the beat of my heart
The silence would whistle in my ear
The way your blood does late at night
on your pillow, pulsing, a reminder of life.
About to turn in, I hear the soft moan
A groan of someone in pain.
There is no sign of an intruder
I check outside among the gravestones
The air was still, not a leaf stirred
As if someone held me by my shirt tail
I stood staring, not expecting to find my name
written there among those broken teeth.
I made my way back inside
Ready to wash and lie down.
Looking into the bathroom mirror
With no reflection looking back
I realise I am the intruder…
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Ghosts
Singing
Old stories
Some yet untold
Sat by mother’s knee
In the telling made bold
Some will fill the world with joy
While others bring evil thoughts to bear
Growing in the dark places of your mind
Take you where Lucifer regained his crown…
“Masterful, bone-chilling fiction…one intense thriller. A Thousand Yesteryears will keep you guessing, gasping and turning the pages for more.” —New York Times bestselling author Kevin O’Brien
Behind a legend lays the truth…
As a child, Eve Parrish lost her father and her best friend, Maggie Flynn, in a tragic bridge collapse. Fifteen years later, she returns to Point Pleasant to settle her deceased aunt’s estate. Though much has changed about the once thriving river community, the ghost of tragedy still weighs heavily on the town, as do rumors and sightings of the Mothman, a local legend. When Eve uncovers startling information about her aunt’s death, that legend is in danger of becoming all too real . . .
Caden Flynn is one of the few lucky survivors of the bridge collapse but blames himself for coercing his younger sister out that night. He’s carried that guilt for fifteen years, unaware of darker currents haunting the town. It isn’t long before Eve’s arrival unravels an old secret—one that places her and Caden in the crosshairs of a deadly killer . . .
Our Review
A Thousand Yesteryears – the first book in the Point Pleasant Series.
The opening prologue begins easily enough, schoolchildren discussing their missing friend and the rumours of a strange creature living in the swamps just outside of town.
What happened next ramps up the tension to full blast, setting the theme for the rest of the story.
Fifteen years later, Eve Parrish, one of these children, returns to Point Pleasant after inheriting her family home. Will she be able to settle the property and go back home, away from the past and its memories?
Walking back into the past is not usually a good idea, especially when such pain and sorrow is there is waiting for you. Things are never quite as you remember them, and that goes for the people too.
Eve has a job to do, settling her aunt’s estate and making it fit to be sold, but someone or something doesn’t want her there.
A Thousand Yesteryears is a fantastic story. A murder mystery, romance and a psychological thriller that will set your nerves on edge while doing its level best to scare you to death!
Beautifully written and full of tension, I enjoyed reading this story and will remember it for some time, looking forward to reading the rest of the Point Pleasant Series…
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From the pages of my mind,
Blood torn edges, clues everywhere
To the crimes held by thought waiting
Small misdemeanours, to loves passion
Sharpened knives, attacks of violence
Played out in thought
Penned by voodoo late at night
Neighbours anger, photos in bowls of vinegar
Hidden in cupboards until thoughts attack
Blood- soaked lawns where anger
Climbs through every wall
The dark side of morning smiles hello
Twisted shadows follow as they walk away
Men in cages, thoughts to shame the devil…
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I did not fall from heaven
as a shining star.
Evil was my intent
to enter men’s hearts
yet many are too strong
my quote unfulfilled.
I am left to wonder,
to search for the darker
regions of men’s hearts
for I know there are many.
Dark thoughts floating free
they belong to someone.
I will find them
to dwell on the darker meaning…
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Time that never ends
Ticking, beating out a rhythm
That endless noise they say is silence
My ears bleed, my mind screams
Trying to remember
The clock has blood on its hands
I am outside looking in
I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding
I cannot write such dark passages
Of a love gone bad
The look of peace on her face
Happy to be gone from this life
That look haunts me
Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?
Did I take the life I love so well?
The sickness changed the one I knew
The shell left behind
No longer holds the love
That held me to her
That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm
As I lay down beside her
I hear the ticking clock no more…
