haunted by the past
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and...
Life of A Demon
I remember those wonderful years when I was younger. Two types of species alike, yet different. One being human, and the other being an anthropomorphic person. I am what they call a furre because...
The Haunting
The haunting\ _if you don't like it then leave. as this one has nothing to do with furries/scalies.
This Poem Is Haunted
This is the house that he built out of breath. That was his living. This is his death. These are his clothes, though he needs them no more. Those were his shoes, left outside the door. These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his...
A Lesson in Hauntings
A haunted house, or a haunted anythin, is when the location itself is the anchor.
The Haunted Isle -Chapter 3-
#3 of the haunted isle the haunted isle -chapter 3- kath gently picked up sam's unconscious body and carried it to the back of the cave still fanning her. "sam, wake up!" he said to her with no avail.
The Haunted Isle -Chapter 2-
#2 of the haunted isle the haunted isle: chapter 2 the boat pulled off the pier and off into the harbor. sam sat between max and kath, and she noticed a cooler. "hey alex what's in the cooler?" she asked.
Once in a lifetime, after the rain is gone
This Week's Writing Challenge: "An opportunity like this only comes alongonce in a lifetime." Due date is 04/28/2020. once in a lifetime, after the water's gone... and you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" * * * If...
A Sweet October Night
Thomas stirred in bed. It looked like another uneasy night. The banging from the plumbing had gotten worse day on day with no end in sight. It wasn't a problem during the day, but at night the temperature would dwindle and the pipes would start to...
Haunted Poem
One, two, you're taking a few. Three, four, you're on the floor. Five, six, taking the kicks. Seven, eight, you're too late. Nine, ten...you're dead, my friend. Eleven, twelve, to hell you will come. Thirteen, fourteen, nowhere to run. Fifteen,...
My Nightmare
I'm up in my room with my friend, he is playing on my little electric piano whilst we were talking to one another. It's dark outside and the rain is falling down hard on the roof, the lights flicker, then go out. I start to freak out calling...
Poem #1: The Haunting
Nothing to save the lives that they crave no one should ever learn my name i know i'm too late i can feel their hate i can certainly feel my shame the people they cry the fall and they die i have only myself to blame the spirits that haunt