#Dark
Dark Gods… #Poetry

Dark Gods
There are Gods that have no light
They live in darkness
Dwell on sorrow, feed on fear
They drop nightmares like rain
We never feel them enter our minds
We never see the dark shadow
that falls across our soul
Nor hear the dark composer of our thoughts
When fear calls, we stand to attention
Dark whispers scratch the mind
Push us forward when we should turn away
How hard is it, to just say no…?
© anita dawes 2020
#Throwback Thursday ~ Review for A Thousand Yesteryears by Mae Clair #ParanormalSuspense @MaeClair1
“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 lies 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…
Review for Viral Blues by C S Boyack #HumourousDarkComedy @virgilante

Someone knows about the hat. The creature from another dimension that helps Lizzie fight against the creatures of darkness.
They are summoned to a cryptic meeting with a secret society, where they meet other people with enhanced skills. It turns out someone, or something, has been tampering with the world’s vaccine supply. The goal doesn’t appear to be political or financial, but biblical pestilence.
Can this group of loners come together in time to make a difference when even the proper authorities are obstacles?
Check out Viral Blues, for your dose of paranormal adventure, with a strong sample of dark humor. And in recent superhero style, don’t miss the secret last chapter after the back material.
Our Review
I wasn’t sure about the premise for Viral Blues, considering the state of the planet right now. I thought it might be just a little too close for comfort, but the cast of characters soon grabbed me by my coat tails and pulled me into the story with wonderful enthusiasm!
Such an interesting idea, bringing all your favourite characters together in one book. They all fit together well, apart from the Hat, who, lets face it, has never been a team player but did his level best to rule the roost!
That extra chapter at the end was worthy of being compared to some of Hollywood’s best (and cringe-making) finales. It is extremely well written but nasty in the extreme, but villains should always get their comeuppance, shouldn’t they? And what happened to Danny O’Malley was poetic!
New World… #Poetry

The Devil’s in the Detail… #Poetry

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The Devil’s in the Detail
Between my fortune and dreaming
I am disappearing, sinking in quicksand
There is one dream that lets me know
I have escaped this fate.
I dream it over, trying to remember every detail
The house, her face,
the date on the calendar on the fridge,
circled in red my name inside.
The dream fades too soon, I wake,
the date two years from now my only hope.
I see myself inside the house
Pictures on the wall, my wife my children
I wake happy, knowing I have survived the quicksand
My last dream let me know
I should read the signs with greater care
Laura, my wife had left the calendar on the fridge
For sentimental reasons.
The new calendar hung under the clock
On the back wall
The date circled in red had marked my passing…
©anitadawes
Unholy Ground… #Poetry

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Unholy Ground
Two male figures, poised in a dance of fire
Pale fingers of light reaching,
trying to call them back
The sacred woodland half in shadow
Its fiery centre hypnotising,
daring you to enter
Surely, certain death awaits
those foolish enough to try entering
the devils fire, no flames needed
Trees lean towards each other,
embracing the heat
Lovers cursed, turned to wood,
yet passion remains
A dance of eternity
The path looks soft, easy to tread
How many have tried to save the lost souls
In this sacred woodland
How many more will dare to enter
I turn away, whispering a prayer
Knowing there is nothing I can do
No amount of rain can turn the devils fire out…
©anitadawes
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The Ghost… #EthereePoetry

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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…
©Anita Dawes
Trapped… #Poetry

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Trapped
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?
#Wordle 411… #Poetry
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…