Tag: #Ghosts
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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ A Halloween Horror
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Halloween – October 28, 2021 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…
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Bittersweet…
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I swallow my words, a slow-moving bitter taste.Full of broken glass that burns my veins.A storm raging inside, a fire that cannot be quenched.Fuelled by anger, disappointment, loss,a life lived too long.The past doing what it does best,haunting, stirring the mind to self-destruct.Ghosts of those once loved smooth the sharp edgesof the hills and troughs…
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‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge 2021.’ Week #31 #IARTG #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #Poetry
The clock strikes the midnight hourBirds sing in this snow filled empty spaceSoon, smiling faces shall play thereFor the next hour,ghosts hold sway over this spaceLaughing, remembering their days in the sunNow snow, cold bites at their white fingersTheir laughter louder,knocking snow from the leavesWind sweeps through the treesJoining in their merrimentHear, tiny voices can…
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Do they still live here?
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My tv controls are beside me on my side tableEvery now and then, they crackleAs though someone is handling itThe phone too, makes the same noiseToday I had the tv controls beside me on the couchThere it goes again, someone touching it.I got to wondering if the previous occupants areStill living here with me and…
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Buried Ghosts… #Poetry
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Buried Ghosts Mountains highOld dark scarsBlack tar rivers runHigh castle wallsLords and Ladies having funUnearthly sounds split the nightWarning went unaidedFools enteredSwallowed by dark inner wallsNever would angels enterIndoor evil attracts its ownWalls scarred by sounds new, swellSouls buried in old castle mortarToo long they lie forgottenNames scratched on wallsCalling out dates to rememberNo visitors…
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Inside my Head… #Poetry
Inside my Head Welcome to my mindThe cold, dark, often empty placeUntil the voices startThen it’s as if I’ve been fed liquid blissThe world inside becomes rainbow brightPeople I have known all my life, changed.I don’t recognise their shining facesTheir pleasant ways, so happyDid they feed on an overdose of sugar pills?Ghosts of their former…