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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Cemetary_stock_7_by_Tigg_stock

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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Harrowing Tide – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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harrowing-tide

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Darkness Sings in the Witching hour,

As spectres writhe in Sublime Masquerade,

Witless watching goes unnoticed

While worries and doubt march in Parade;

Shadows spiraling in the ebon void,

Calamity slurking into the Lush Unknown,

Colours fading into blankness

As Daytide waits, muted and prone;

Delicate Splendour reaches in irony

As all that is stale encroaches and bides;

Mists of Memory murmuring mundanely,

As Silence floods in,

A Most Harrowing Tide.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photography: ‘Ring of Brodgar in the Mist’ by Dominique Brand

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Sorrowful Songs – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Sorrowful songs

Played in melancholic Tones

Echo from the translucent night

While the Midnight hour drones

Calling the Captive

Seducing the hardened and wise

While harbingers of Yesterday

Whisper Haunting Lies.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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#Halloween #Poetry – The Fog

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Fog

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Stillness Whispers All Around,

Delicate,

Imperceptible,

Incongruous Sound;

The Hush Speaking softly

Of Another place and Time;

Bending Perception

Through Inharmonious Rhyme.

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The Fog Enwraps From Every Side,

Closing In,

Drawing Out

An Indiscernible Cry;

The Mist Breathing Blithely,

A Leviathan of Olde;

Enshrouding Inexorably

With Inescapable Cold.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: .inspiringwallpapers.net. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!

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Cowl – #Halloween #DailyHaikuChallenge

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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Silence lies thickly

Muted tones of Memory

A dark heavy Cowl

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 353 / 365

 

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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Silver Lethargy – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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silver-lethergy

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Bide the hours of Silver Lethargy

Symposium of shadows in swirling haze

Mocking the Glimmers of Brightest daytide

As words and music shrivel and fade

Silence beckons in Silver Lethargy

Whispers Unheard serrating

As Darkness Grasps with manacle claws

And Laughter echoes, Mimicking and Prating

Silver whims and ebon sighs

Leeching from the cowl of night

As heartbeats pause and breath subsides

Waken to Emptiness

Live in Fright!

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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Entombed – #Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Entombed

In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from the depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the Earth under grass New Grown.

Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tripping down the tumbling steps of Yore.

Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long and Entrenched Ye Shall Be,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring outward Eternally.

~Morgan~
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Haunted – #Halloween #DailyHaikuChallenge

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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Stark Haunted places

Whispers from the other side

Unheard Memories

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

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Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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Slithers – #Dark #Halloween #FlashFiction

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Dark Poetry, Flash fiction, Ghost Stories, ghosts, Graveyards, Halloween, Haunted House, Horror, Scary Places, Spooky, Trick of Treat

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Shadows slithered along the deserted alleyway like writhing serpents. I stepped carefully, watching the darkened corners with the penetrating gaze of a terrified animal. Somewhere in the midst of the gloom, the one I sought had hidden himself and coming upon him unawares was perilous in the extreme. Dark tides of time washed across my path, marooning me in a vast ocean of treacherously flickering streetlights. Echoes of the night reverberated down the damp walls lining the backstreet, their shudders mirroring my own as I crept forward with deliberate stealth. A few additional paces and I’d be free, released from the harrowing confinement like a dove set to soar and my heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

It was not to be.

In that brief moment, everything turned upside down. Panic pushed the bounds of my mental and physical limits. Unparalleled terror pitched me into a frenzy of flailing limbs and earsplitting shrieks that scathed through the night like a reprise of the days of Jack the Ripper. I was the embodiment of horror, held captive by the icy grip of fear.

In the chaos, the tarantula crept from beneath a shadow leaching across my path, looked up at me and laughed.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph is : Alley_on_a_Foggy_Night_by_jheintz21

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Echoes -#Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Daily Haiku Challenge

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The Forgotten Cry

Whispers shouted at the moon

In Crimson Echoes

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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Halloween Thrills and Chills

30 Friday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Dark Poetry, Flash fiction, Ghost Stories, ghosts, Graveyards, Halloween, Haunted House, Horror, Scary Places, Spooky, Trick of Treat

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I’ve left it late.  Typically, I share all sorts of delightfully ghoulish goodies throughout the entire month of October, but this year …well, this year is 2020 and I’ll leave it right there.

So in penance, I will be sharing Halloween for the next 24 hours.  If you don’t like the ghostly gibbers or sneaking sensations, run now! 🙂

If you do enjoy them, then get ready for BnV-tober! LOL Because for the next entire day, I am about to flood the airways with Freakish Flash Fiction, Ponderous Poetry, Spine-tingling short stories, and..well, you get the idea 😉

and of course….Happy Halloween!

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~Morgan~

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Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

31 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, Darkness, Death, Fear, Flash fiction, Grave, Halloween, Micro Fiction, spirituality, Thrillers, Whispers, ~Morgan~

Cemetary_stock_7_by_Tigg_stock

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Wednesday Oct 2018

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Cemetary_stock_7_by_Tigg_stock

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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