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With clenched fists, I pound on your door Shrill cries unlike you’ve ever heard before Mustering all the strength I have left in my core Frantic and desperate screams, you ignore In the dead of night, the world is without colours A twig cracks, a bush shudders Gasping for air as my heart flutters As shadowed beasts encircle me like vultures With a menacing grin and eyes of jade Slowly approaching, each wielding a sharp bl...

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...

Distance and Time

The shadows are long Like our conversations

Distance and Time (Raanana, Israel, July 19, 2017) In the time of the dying light When the distant sun dallies Over the western hills, Its radiant fingers fondling the upper slopes Like expectant breasts to its warm touch, The shadows are long Like our conversations, Careful not to say too much Yet desirous that they not end. In the manicured garden The shadow of the weeping willow by the creek Reaches almost to our lawn...

Anonymous

Shadows and Streets-Chapter 1

A wealthy girl, with an unlikely team, sets out to find her fiancé in New York.

Sarvanez shifted in her chair. The corset pinched into her waist and it was every bit as uncomfortable as it looked. How do the women here wear these every single day? She thought to herself, feeling irritated. Still, in being a good visitor, she had agreed to wear one, along with a dress of hundreds-or what felt like hundreds- of layers of petticoats underneath beautiful yellow taffeta. She was still surprised she had be...

My Knight

Sometimes all you need is a knight.

There’s a demon insideeating at my soul taking for itself everything I meant to give. Hold me close, never let me go chase away the shadows, he has created I never knew what love could do. The way it heals, and sends my demon fleeing, running for cover. Occasionally, he rears his head again only to be met by the shining light of your love. It never seems to fade, always there when I need it most. You never leave me to fig...

Fear

I hope it's creepy enough

You know that feeling creeping up your spine? Cold, wet, shivering, like drinking brine? It makes you weak and buckles your knees, Filled with dread and trying to flee. Walk down the hall almost pitch black, Too scared to run, not daring to look back. What is that sound? A creak; a groan. Neither are yours, you're not alone. No one to help you or hold your hand, What do they want? What do they have planned? Air filled wit...

I can not stay here,caught between dark and lightI want the sun,to feel its heat on my skin.I fears its burn thoughand dont trust it,sunlight fades to easily.Its so hard to be near the lightafter so long in the dark.It hurt my eyes, and soul.So here I am,stuck between feeling the warmthand lacking the courage to step into it,and fighting the shadows, to keep them from consuming me.

Chasing Shadows

Losing a love.

Chasing all these shadows, My world filled with gloom, I stare into the nothing,That fills this darkened room, I know that you're with me, I can feel you here, You help ease my pain, You take away my fear, I can almost feel your breath, As it flows across my skin, And when I close my eyes, You're holding me again, Chasing all these shadows,It helps to stop the bleeding,And sometimes stops my Hell,From constantly repeating...

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The Fallout

The Wolf Dream Trio Part Two

Only a few days passed, I spent the first day screaming and pounding at Jake. He lied to Kayla and me about being a werewolf. I also used that fit of rage to blame him for Kayla’s death. He waited for me to calm down. After that, we stuck together, constantly moving forward, getting as much distance between that monster and us as possible. We finally, expelled our constrained breaths, thinking that we were safe from it fo...

Anonymous

The Awakening

The Wolf Dream Trio Part One

Over us loomed the high school, newly built, and the perfect place for a cult to hide and perform their dark rituals without one suspicious eye. Little did we know this particular cult was the one formed by almost every dark world creature: Vampires, Witches, even the living dead. Just not werewolves, they were the only ones with morals apparently. I looked to my left and right, Kayla stood beside me, Jake on the other si...

Shadows slide in this midnight mist,Where the whispers embrace meAnd tendrils of moonlightPlay with my hair.Sleep, cold and heavy,Presses on my heart,And its fingers close my eyelidsAs I wait for the ferryman.A metal tang in the ozone airTeases my tongueAs if I taste the blood fromThe lip that I keep biting.Too tired to wander,Too distraught to sleep,Here roll the tears of the century pastDown my salt-dried cheeks.I long...

Far Beyond Shadows

Words for a Friend

See the past the darkness Let the warmth of color Take your pain away Life is a gift Cherish and treasure it Love every moment Good or Bad Happy or Sad Just breathe, friend Once you learn To accept it The fact as is You will live A better moment Less worries, less stress Only see the color That is there In front of you Step out of the darkness I too was there once Yet I chose to see Far beyond the shadows Listen as angels...

If I

Just thoughts

If I were to leave, just disappear As swiftly as the Ocean breeze Would the Stars still shine as bright? If my presence was not felt, unseen, A drifting scent that weaves into a mist Would the voices of Nature still be heard? If the prints I make were to be erased, As the sand covers them without remorse Would the birds continue to migrate? If I were suspended, caught between two worlds One full of color, sweet, kind, ten...