Nekomata Cat Ghost (For Erica)
I sit up in my *zaisu chair. Is that you? Are you there? Shadows flit across the floor. Blackness hisses, run out the door! Night has drawn the shades on another day. My… Continue reading
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50-Word Story: Hauntings (For Toni & Vern)
He never really left. His clothes and belongings were gone. Yet, every time I made tea or pet the cat, he sat there. Every time I bathed, his hands were soaping me. Having… Continue reading
Repressed Memory
Photograph by Andy Smart The ghost in my head – knocks on doors and clears cobwebs. I’m not dead, it says. Sigmund Freud developed a psychological theory about the nature of… Continue reading
Disappear
Photograph by RV John I run along a road. Shadows rise up. I welcome the cold. Envelope me in tendrils of vapor. Find my lips – taste the bitterness of cruel words… Continue reading
Crimson Stained
Photograph by Graham Stephen. Click HERE to visit and follow his blog! She stared at him sleeping – watching his chest rise and fall. At times, she would rest an ear over his… Continue reading
Scylla
Illustration by Poet Rummager Scylla found him half drowned in the ocean blue – unconscious and badly bruised. In a darkened, dank cave, she kept vigil by his side – whispering reassuring words;… Continue reading
50 Word Story – Always Just Watching
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– She traveled these woods many times. Sometimes marveling at the pink clouds of a sunset or catching glimpses of shy rabbits but always just watching. “I must ask someone… Continue reading
The Dusk…and a gift for you!
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– The Dusk Fingertips on her skin. Shivering yet warm. Chilled to the touch, yet his eyes burn. Frantic beating of hearts. Lips softly meeting. Forever is whispered with no… Continue reading
Into My Soul
Photo by Derrick J. Knight He came to me in a dream, standing in the land of make believe. I saw him staring from afar – the ghost of a love still… Continue reading
50 Word Story – Touched on Christmas
Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com) It’s Christmas morning, and I feel your arms encircle me. I smile; half asleep. Your hands touch me. “Cold hands!” I squeal. My eyes fly open.… Continue reading
