Halloween …. by Sangeetha
a finger of fear
trickles in through tricks and treats
when halloween knocks
***
Mindfills for Eugi’s weekly challenge – Halloween, Reena’s exploration challenge – do I believe in ghosts?
Halloween …. by Sangeetha
a finger of fear
trickles in through tricks and treats
when halloween knocks
***
Mindfills for Eugi’s weekly challenge – Halloween, Reena’s exploration challenge – 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?…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)
Ghosts ….. by Sadje

Ghosts are great addition to make stories interesting
Supernatural always catches the attention of the reader
Things that aren’t possible logically are a breeze for the ghosts
Traveling to the future or past is not a problem for them
They don’t need to maintain the storyline, at all
Their translucent presence can be transported over time in a jiffy
So, by all means, incorporate a ghost or two in your story
But don’t expect me in all seriousness to say
That I do believe in ghosts, for sadly my dear, I don’t

RXC; PROMPT #205
The prompt line is
#Keepitalive
#RXC
Filtrate #Tanka by Jane Aguiar

Filter life’s burden
Try to throw residue out
Become like filtrate
Make your heart clean like filtrate
Let’s be healthy and happy
This post is part of
Clear water is collected in the beaker as filtrate, and muddy particles on the filter paper as residue. This process is called Muddy water filtration.
Thank you for reading.
Stay Blessed!
It wasn’t ……by Sangeetha

It wasn't quite a question
his haunting voice let loose
to wander the labyrinth of my mind
with the intention to confuse
grappling with wayward words
sneaking in to seduce
dancing to my drummer heart,
I knew it was a ruse
Yet I played along
and let the query suffuse
past filters of my armoured treasure chest
of my invisible inner recluse
He trailed a touch to wake me up
his scented eyes amused
Apparently, I'd said Yes
and now we're doing 'I Do's
***
Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – 84 words – ‘question’, Eugi’s weekly prompt – haunting, Reena exploration challenge – Filter, Cee’s FOTD,Weekly Prompts by SueW and GC – discovery
Angry Dreamer ….by VJ Knutson
Envisioning breakup –
past haunting possibility –
she navigates uncertainty
an angry dreamer
Tries to settle on truth
but with rage as filter
she processes and processes
reaching no solid ground
Love, she concludes,
is beyond availability
plans a solitary existence
until vulnerability caves again.
(for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: haunting, and Reena’s Xploration challenge: filter.
Image my own.)
Filter ….by Indira
right kind of sieve
With the right size of net
to filter
and
keep
what is required
and
what to through away
Mud bath …by Francis the Frenchie
“Francis escaped again,” I heard. I’m certain Dad was also wearing a sour face of annoyance.
I may not make bath time the easiest, but this was the roughest one to date, according to Dad. After bolting through the doggie door, I hopped back into the first mud puddle of the rainy season—the best one!
This was his fourth failed attempt to get me into the bath. Patience had filtered from his face.
To my surprise, Dad said, “Okay…Fine…,” and settled into the mud with me, and we played until I was too tired to escape again.
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/10/15/october-14-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.

Prompted from Reena’s Xploration at: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/10/22/reenas-xploration-challenge-204-filter/.

Prompted from Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/10/22/three-things-challenge-759/.

Fettered Memories …..by Radhika
Somewhere in the deep crevices of my heart
percolating through the filters of thoughts, are scars hiding.
Though inconspicuous, they linger on, haunting me.
At the slightest trigger, they elicit painful ripples,
mutating into a tempestuous ordeal.
I know not, how to release the hurt,
which seems to have imprisoned itself within me.
I wish the rains would wash them clean
or they would flow away in a burst of lachrymose deluge.
Perhaps the intense heat of the sun would burn them down
or I could just delete them with the press of a button.
Alas, the venomous fangs of toxic memories concocts its poison,
as a sinister vortex of diabolic emotion sucks me into it,
entrapping my mind, in a self-created web of despondency,
Reena’s Xploration Challenge # 204 : Filter