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Seventeen-year-old Jenny Ford was home alone one evening early in the month of December. Her parents were out at a Christmas themed ball and Mary, Jenny's eleven-year-old sister, was having a sleepover at a neighbours house just down the street. The evening darkness had come quite some time ago and it had also been snowing for more than a little while. Jenny sat by the living room window with a book in her hand. When she...

The Night

There is something utterly mesmerising about the River Thames at night.

The water flowed swiftly beneath my feet as I looked down from the parapet. There is something utterly mesmerising about the River Thames at night. The lights of the city reflected in the fast-flowing water have a beauty all of their own. Even on a wet night such as this. No, especially on such a wet night. The reflections are brighter, more widespread, somehow. When darkness falls, the city comes alive. Standing in the c...

Something

Something was outside her new house

Something flew past the bedroom window as Shannon closed it for the night. The dark shape went by quickly, so quickly that Shannon could not really see what it was. Startled, she jumped back. “Probably just a bat or bird,” the young woman muttered as she quickly closed the window and curtains. She did not quite believe that. The shadow passing through the night had seemed too big for any wildlife. Shannon scurried to the...

Anonymous

The Last Train

A Halloween tale

Lydia placed a meagre collection of coins into the taxi driver’s outstretched hand. “I’m a bit short,” she said. “I’m terribly sorry.” He sighed but closed his hand around the money without counting it. “Thank you,” she said quietly and fumbled with the door handle, eager to escape before he changed his mind. Outside was freezing. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, a bitter wind whistling while icy rain lashed do...

Anonymous

Divine Descent Ch 2

I will know peace once I can blur the lines of the chapters in my life

  Dia From under the illuminating halo of the street light, Dia lounged upon the top of a rather sleek matte black Camaro Zl1. Eyes closed with her face tilted towards the sky, she used this moment to peace to her advantage. The stillness of night made it easy to imagine being separate from existence, just someone looking through a window into reality. The rest of the world doesn't matter if something wasn't apart of it i...

Anonymous

Whatever honey drips from my lips would taste infinitely sweeter if pressed into a kiss So kiss me with abandon and hear the song my heartstrings play that I might hold you tight and let the beat take our breath away Until I can finally wake to your beautiful facepull you tight into my embrace  Look at you through eyes unwaveringly adoring kiss you deeply and bid you good morning Spend the day at your side immersed in lau...

Anonymous

  You've touched my heart to my very soul.You came into my life and made me whole.  I wish I could lie down beside you when each day is done, and wake up to your face in the soft light of the rising sun. I've held you tight in my armsand kissed your lips in a dream,I'll love you from morning till night and every fraction of a second inbetween. It's not because you're crazy beautiful or smart or funny or kind.It's not beca...

Time passes like it always does. But, this time here is different. This time I am alone. Alone, I have never been this alone before. It is not that sense of loneliness one gets when surrounded by people but no one who knows you. This is the loneliness that aches to one's inner soul. The kind one feels when their heart has been ripped away by a sudden loss. The loss an orphan, a widow, or mother of a miscarried child may f...

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Through the valleyUp the mountainOver the hillsStars shine brightA new moon very lowRomance  and joyFull of lifeShorter winter daysAutumn sunny and hotThe falling of leavesMisty early morningFeeling the coldBitter FrostThe sun in goldBrilliant colorsThe sunset glowsSpring begins, and winter  is no moreI have seen deathAnd it has seemed to meHush awakeningsI shall be no more 

Vernon hears a WHOOOOO

An owl And I get close

One summer evening when I was about 4 or 5 years old, an owl was hooting off in the woods. It was a moon-dark night so from inside the cabin all that could be seen was a pitch black empty.I stood at the window and tried with all my might to see the owl. “who..whoo” the owl hooted. It sounded closer but all I could see was blackness. I moved upstairs thinking it would be better if I was higher up near the trees. "Who…Whooo...

Crows

The past catches up with us

once I watchedjust afterduska hugeflock of birdsfly massively froman old mildewed pier.deserted it was;the pier I mean.it had sat therein itsstinking mould for manyyears,friendless and alone.then the birds,crows I’m sure,(though they say crowsonly roost in trees)detached themselvesfrom the dark silhouetteand skimmed the sky.as one smallflockpassed overheada singlecrywas uttered.it pierced mybrainlikean ice-colddart,bringi...

Walking Along Hand In Hand

A couple walk along a beach.

As they walk together hand in hand The sun setting in the distance tonight Enjoying the moment as they stand Holding each other feels just right Hands are locked, fingers entwined The waves calm and in their reach The waves rush together and collide They walk together on the beach Summer nights dwindling by Fall days on the horizon Walking together with her guy Her boyfriend proposes with a diamond She accepts his wonderf...

The sun does not set onThis face of mine,Nor soar on wings of fire to me,Nor rush to greet me,Kiss me, leave me,Nor burn and scorch the skin from me.It is I who moves awayWithdrawnFrom light and lifeAll blazing bright andCloistered inMy rising run,The weight of spiritLeft behind.In darkness seeps the weeping soul,The river dry yetFlowing slow,Still, from diamond dropsI riseAnd leave the day to grow star-shocked.Not I,Not...

The sky sat in judgment on a cold spring morning. All the people could be seen staring out of their empty shells, shells that housed warm souls and harbored dark thoughts, translucent in the light of day but opaque at night. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that night masks the deeds of day. It erases evidence and lays false trails for madmen to wander. It creates stories from air and air from words, notes from...

A warm spring night under the skyscrapers I stand under a blossoming tree Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light As a street lamp burns From within its tangled branches. The beautiful sight takes me back to Nashville last spring, And you - shimmering under a blossom tree too. You, me, and a friend, How I wished then that you could be mine, The music of your spirit still ringing in my ears, The music of your pre...