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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Saturday Oct 2020

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~

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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 #Poetry – The Fog

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Death, Fear, Fog, Halloween, photography, Poem, poetry, Silence, time, Whispers, ~Morgan~

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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Echoes -#Halloween #Poetry

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Daily Haiku Challenge

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BnV, BooknVolume, Halloween, Memory, Night, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, spirituality, Vampires, Whispers, ~Morgan~

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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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Cosmos – #Cinquain- #FormPoetry

29 Sunday Dec 2019

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Cinquain, Forms of Poetry, Harmony, Light, Nature, photography, Poem, poetry, spirituality, Stars, Whispers, ~Morgan~

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Tranquil

Sweet Starlit Night

Whispers from the Heavens

Fill the Heart and Soul with Wonder

Cosmos

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Beautiful Photograph found at: wallpapershome.com

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Snowflake – #Fantasy #Poetry

27 Friday Dec 2019

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Cold, Fairy, Fantasy, Nature, Poem, poetry, Silence, Snow, Whispers, Winter, ~Morgan~

Snowflake

See her Dance upon the Shifting Breeze,

Serenade Falling through barren trees,

Where Softness from the sky is falling,

Crisp and cold, her voice is calling;

See her Spin and Twirl in Delight,

As the snow deepens; Oh Wondrous Sight!

As Silence Descends from the Leaden Sky,

Hear the echo of her Whispering Sigh;

Beyond the glimmer of Warm Summer Daze,

Watch her Entrance with her Icy Gaze!

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: martanael at deviantart.com

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Jingle Jingle- #Poetry for the #Holidays

24 Tuesday Dec 2019

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Christmastime, Flying Reindeer, Magic, Night, Poem, poetry, Santa's Sleigh, Snow, Whispers, Winter, ~Morgan~

Jingle Jingle

Hear the Secret through the Snow,

Echoes Heralding the Glimmering glow,

Sparkling Whispers in the Midnight Hush,

Delicate Melody Singing Sweet and Lush,

Twinkling Magic in the wink of an eye,

Hear the Laughter of sleigh bells Sigh!

Nod your head and Sleep;

Winter’s Mystery to Keep!

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Beautiful Original Artwork: The_Night_Before_Christmas_by_alyn

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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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Stirring Image by: ariagne-stock at deviantart.com

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The Lush Hush, – #poetry of the #naturalworld

16 Thursday May 2019

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Still

Calm

Sweet Hush

Lilting

Singing

Soft and Lush

Whispers

Singing

True and Clear

Memory

Reaching

When

We Hear

The Still

Calm

Sweet Hush

Whispering

Reminding

Delicate and Lush

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~Morgan ~

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Beautiful original photography found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank you ~

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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Wednesday Oct 2018

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

≈ 4 Comments

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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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The Whisper of the Breeze – #Spirituality & #Poetry

17 Thursday May 2018

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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The Whispers of the Breeze
Speaks Silence to my Heart,
In Shades of Indigo Brilliance
And Bright Luminous Mists of Tranquil Blue,
Speaking of Sweet Mystery,
Uttering Paradoxes, Timeless and True.
Unfettered upon this Whisper of Air,
Unchained from Grief, from Doubt, from Despair,
Into the Realms of Pearlescent Dreams,
Glittering Incomprehensibility Streams.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at HDQwide.com. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

 

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Dreams Breathe Soft – #Poetry

16 Wednesday May 2018

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Longing, Love Poetry, Memory, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, Soul Mates, Whispers

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Dreams Breathe Soft from

Long Far away

Away across the Tides that play

Dreaming of Whispers

Transitory and Calm

Fleeting and Shifting in the

Mercurial Balm

Dreams Breathe Soft from

Far Away Long

A Delicate, Mystical, Exotic Song

Whispering of Dreams

Tempestuous and Sweet

Secrets that Entice through

Ploys that Entreat

Dreams Breathe Soft from

Away Long gone

Waiting

Debating

Upon the Billowing Dawn

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pixabay.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original Photographer.  Thank You~

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#FridayFantasy – Shifting

23 Friday Mar 2018

Posted by Morgan in Friday FeyDay / Fantasy

≈ 5 Comments

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Bipolar, BnV, BooknVolume, life, Perception, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Sense of Self, spirituality, time, Whispers, ~Morgan~

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Perceptions shift in the rustling Indigo,

Uncertainty Spinning with the Forgotten Long Ago,

Whispers of what was once mere Rhyme,

Now congeal and collide in the Arc of Time,

To Underscore and Intersperse with Ebon Colours Lifting,

Like Perception in the Rustling Indigo, Ethereally Shifting.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Katarina-Sokolova

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Dreams Breathe Soft – #Poetry of #Love

22 Thursday Mar 2018

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Longing, Love Poetry, Memory, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, Soul Mates, Whispers

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Dreams Breathe Soft from

Long Far away

Away across the Tides that play

Dreaming of Whispers

Transitory and Calm

Fleeting and Shifting in the

Mercurial Balm

Dreams Breathe Soft from

Far Away Long

A Delicate, Mystical, Exotic Song

Whispering of Dreams

Tempestuous and Sweet

Secrets that Entice through

Ploys that Entreat

Dreams Breathe Soft from

Away Long gone

Waiting

Debating

Upon the Billowing Dawn

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pixabay.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original Photographer.  Thank You~

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Lilting – #Meditative #Poetry

19 Friday Jan 2018

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Evening, inner peace, Meditation, Nature, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Rest, Whispers, ~Morgan~

Lilting

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Speak to my Heart with Whispers

And Deep Sighs

Beneath the Lavish Caress of the willow

Bowing Gracefully in Resplendent

Whispers and Deep Sighs

 

Sing to my Soul with Dances of Indigo

And Silver Moonlight

Beside the Suspirations of the Lilting brook

Tumbling Joyfully in Amused

Dances of Indigo and Silver Moonlight

 

Delicious Song of Eventide

Refresh

Renew

Softly Imbue

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I will be off for a few days to recover fully, yet wanted to leave you with this Sigh and Smile until I return next week.  Blessings of Peace and Rest be Upon You my Dear Friends~

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found at:  .desktopnexus.com Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.  Thank You!

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#FridayFeyDay – Snowflake – #Fairy #Poetry

22 Friday Dec 2017

Posted by Morgan in Friday FeyDay / Fantasy

≈ 5 Comments

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BnV, BooknVolume, Faeries, Fairy, Fairy Tales, Fantasy, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Snow, Whispers, Winter, ~Morgan~

Snowflake

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See her Dance upon the Shifting Breeze,

Serenade Falling through barren trees,

Where Softness from the sky is falling,

Crisp and cold, her voice is calling;

See her Spin and Twirl in Delight,

As the snow deepens; Oh Wondrous Sight!

As Silence Descends from the Leaden Sky,

Hear the echo of her Whispering Sigh;

Beyond the glimmer of Warm Summer Daze,

Watch her Entrance with her Icy Gaze!

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: martanael at deviantart.com

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