Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ A Halloween Horror

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Halloween – October 28, 2021

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It was the night after Halloween and I imagined that all the ghosts, spirits and ghouls would be safely back where they belong.

The moon shone clear and bright and there were no bats or beasties to be seen. So why had I just spotted the face of a skeleton peering through my window?

I dismissed the accompanying chill, thinking it must be one of the neighbour’s children, unwilling to bin their costume and smiled at the thought.

Later that evening there was a knock on the door. I decided to ignore it, thinking the child was pushing his luck.

When they knocked again, I felt a pang of guilt, wondering if there really was a small child standing on my doorstep in the middle of the night. I peeked through the curtains but saw nothing but the tendrils of mist gently swirling through the streets.

The next morning, I opened the front door on my way to work to find a strange pumpkin on the step. As I stooped to pick it up, I saw the blood still dripping from the corners of the curved mouth…

© JayeMarie 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Haunting – October 21, 2021

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It was the perfect night for Halloween.

The air was crisp, with just the right amount of dampness. It smelled earthy, like freshly dug soil.

Wisps of mist from the nearby moors found their way into the deserted town, curling around the lamp posts and chasing stray cats away.

The pale moonlight cast an eerie glow on the small figures that silently began to appear. The ghosts of yesterday shuffling through the streets.

No light shone from the windows, for these dwellings were empty.

No living soul there anymore…

© Jaye Marie 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Connector ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Connector – Sept. 23, 2021

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A large moon overshadows the lighthouse
The iron bridge stands testimony to time
Ghosts linger, waiting for the day
Someone finds their story
Hidden in the lighthouse
They pray for the day 
it is found and put into print
This they believe will free their souls
I remember my grandfather 
telling me a few of the stories
I don’t believe they will find freedom in print
It would condemn them further
Their deeds too horrendous to spell out here
They must find a different way
To cross the bridge to salvation…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Journey ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Journey – Sept. 2, 2021

I had been walking for two hours
The road ahead looked long
My feet had moved a lot of roads behind me
I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere
The road kept stretching,
like soft coloured bubble gum
faces were beginning to form
hands held out towards me
begging, pleading for help
I didn’t dare look behind me
Thinking of Lot, being turned into a pillar of salt
I could hear one voice above the whispers
The fallen souls, the unwanted
They cannot be allowed to reincarnate
The likes of Hitler and many more
If the world stands any chance of surviving
Do not feel sorry for them
They will become part of the road soon enough
Not everyone can see what you have
If you decide to write about your journey
As your mind is telling me
No one will believe you
So, remember to call it fiction…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ #Poetry

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Dark pines line the sacred water
The dense grey moon waits, life returning
Someone with a large heart must come
Drink from the green water
Learn the old ways
The road is dark, filled with danger
Many hearing the strange stories
Fall by the wayside, returning crestfallen
to their old lives, wishing they had been braver
To find the way through
The smell of pine nuts overpowering
Linger in memory, sounds follow your footsteps
Tiny chattering voices fill the air
You cannot enter, you are not wearing red shoes…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt #Meadows #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Meadows – June 3, 2021

This kind of meadow is not something
I get to see very often anymore
Having walked through many in my younger days
They stay with me in dreams
I am young again, playing, making daisy chains
Racing each other to reach
the strawberry flavoured sherbet hills.
My earthly legs won’t run or skip these days
So, we meet in dreams, my friends and I
Forever young…

© Anita Dawes

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Mingle ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Mingle – May 27, 2021

I spiral into madness
A small walnut shaped being
I sprung forth from the leg of a lion
Fully grown
I spray the landscape in wonderful colours
Red and gold ribbons
A Dali moment
Patterns form, taking on a life of their own
Spreading across the land
joining in a great dance of madness
a joy that cannot be explained
the eye that watches over us
I disappear into my mind
I wait there, I watch
Wondering will I be found?

© Anita Dawes 2021