The Red Rose!

The Red Rose ….. by Radhika

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Confined to home due to the lockdown, Samir had ample time at hand. Staying alone, Netflix had become his best friend.

That night he watched a horror movie. Though a brave heart, this particular movie left him terrified. Cursing himself for watching it, he went to bed. The scenes from the film kept haunting him before he finally dozed off.

He saw a hooded faceless lady walk through the wall and give him a rose. There was something so sinister about her smile. Sweating profusely, he woke up with a start. Relieved that it was just his hallucination and a bad dream, he turned to go back to sleep.

And then, he saw it…

Paralysed with fear, he could hear his heart hammer against his chest. He tried to scream but his voice choked within. A spine tingling sensation began to creep up as he began gasping for breath.

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Last night

Last Night ….. by Eugenia

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dark silence broken

vatic voices etched my soul

I felt my demise

Reena’s Exploration Challenge#155 – Horror

My response to dVerse — Poetics — The VaticVoice.

The prompt hosted by Lisa “the vatic voice of a poet is one that is infused with spirit that comes from another place. That voice has been regarded by some as a sign of divine transmission and by others as a sign of madness.”

My poem reflects whether by divine transmission or a sign of madness, it pays to listen and perhaps, avoid undesirable consequences.

-Eugenia

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Horror

Horror — by Susie Bocks

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that spine-tingling you’re feeling
that intense fear, shock and/or disgust
it feels real, doesn’t it
it digs into you deep
so you’re breathing heavy
and shallower
and oh so much quieter
straining your ears harder
you believe
death is imminent

it’s in your head, love
there are no bogeymen
no one is whispering
creeping around in cool mists
getting all up in your face
hissing in your ears
chilling you to the bone
it’s your nerves fabricating this
and a hell of an imagination
i’m laughing at you….

wait. did you see that? what was that? did you hear that?

OMG!! HELP ME!! I WAS WRONG.

SO WRONG!!!

PSYCHE! Just kidding… 😉

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #155

Welcome back! The response last week was very encouraging. A personal thank-you to each one of you who found time, inspiration and effort to write, and dig into creativity. PROMPT #155 Horror is a genre we haven't touched in the Exploration Challenge prompts as yet. It may have figured in the responses, but not in … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #155

Measured

"The arches will keep appearing ... to the other end of the world." "No. There is only a finite number of times the pattern repeats itself, and then infinity begins." "What is infinity, other than repetition of the finite?" https://only100words.xyz/2020/10/01/three-line-tales-244/

Ominous

“Turn up the volume of protests …. change is never an easy feat to achieve,” the voice is dominating, emphatic and reeks of impatience to win the war. “Does change even matter any more?” I speak after a long, pregnant pause, sounding ominous to him, but at peace with myself. “What do you mean,” his … Continue reading Ominous

New

reconstructing clues reviewing lapsed intentions new ideas sprout https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/30/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-september-30th-2020-new-beginnings/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/01/tale-weaver-295-crime-fighter-1st-october/