Don't upset the spirits .... by Francis the Frenchie
Don’t Upset the Spirits
Happy Hallowe’en. Do You Believe In Ghosts?
Happy Halloween ....by VJ Knutson
Forward movement
My mother talks non-stop at the dining table. The stories she recounts ad nauseam can start from the 1950s. I’ve heard different versions of the same incident umpteen times, and know how people and stories change inside one’s head. I look around a little more and find this to be a widespread disease with people … Continue reading Forward movement
Vellichor
It’s the same room. The table fan and bookshelf are replaced by contemporary versions. The bookshelf is a wall-unit in W shape with few lightweight books and three soft toys. “Who reads anyway?” My uncle says sheepishly. Yet, vellichor makes me feel my late grandfather’s presence there. (48 words) https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/10/30/weekend-writing-prompt-233-vellichor/
We’re here!
We're here .... By Eugenia
Evolutionary journeys
It is like getting to know them all over again, when they visit in the holidays - the long phone calls and FaceTime chats notwithstanding. Reality strikes hard. It’s not enough to know what they are eating or wearing. I don’t know what goes through their minds in the interim phase, and what journeys they … Continue reading Evolutionary journeys
Halloween
All those souls I don’t know energy forms refuel, but how? the unknown always fascinates we take a guess at varied states Today, it’s fear, a story, a scare.. Who knows - tomorrow I may be there Signals from Mars - ask or annotate? It something excites, we celebrate… I celebrate those yet to be … Continue reading Halloween
a finger ~ a senryu
Halloween …. by Sangeetha
a finger of fear
trickles in through tricks and treats
when halloween knocks
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Mindfills for Eugi’s weekly challenge – Halloween, Reena’s exploration challenge – do I believe in ghosts?
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #205 – “Do I believe in ghosts?”
Lady Lee’s take on “Do I believe in ghosts?”… Don’t miss the very interesting story.
On this cold morning the ghost came
Buried his gold on soil
I pinched myself on who’s to blame
At any rate, such spoil
Icicles were formed overnight
And so cold it gave me a fright
Icicles were formed
Icicles were formed
When snow is melted by sunlight
On this cold morning the ghost came
Leaving some weird feeling
Inside we were playing some game
And the baby’s babbling
What could we do when it’s so cold?
And we have time to look for gold
What could we do?
What could we do?
Don’t be silly, my Mum scold
The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.
On this cold, grey day, I stood on top of the hill as the rain started to pour. Thunder rumbled, accompanied by a slash of lightning which sparked the sky for an instant.
I felt totally jaded as…
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Do I believe in ghosts?
Do I believe in ghosts?…Michael
They walk amongst us
Or do they?
They come out to play
At this time of the year
White floaty figures
Do I believe?
I seem to gravitate
Towards watching shows on tv
About hauntings
Ghosts, spirits
I do believe
In the ghosts of the dead
Even if
Some dont…
Reenas Xploration Challenge #205 Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)
