Monday, October 31, 2022
Trick or Treat?
Trick or Treat?
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A season of golden leaves and cooler evenings,
The birds sat perched on the trees now leaving;
The low Autumn sun sits on the horizon gleaming,
Today’s temperature is rapidly decreasing.
As we enter the month of Halloween,
The streets are decorated with pumpkins, ghosts, and everything in between;
And the smells hitting my nostrils fuelled with cinnamon and caffeine,
Shop display windows setting the all-familiar spooky, autumnal scene.
A gust of wind hits my face and I suddenly freeze,
I forgot how much I dislike that chilly autumn breeze;
As the sun begins to set, I feel it’s getting colder by a couple of degrees,
I zip up my jacket and look ahead at the golden arched trees.
As I continue to walk along the street,
Who is it that I am destined to meet?
I stop dead in my tracks, as though the ground is glued to my feet,
And hear the menacing voice ask “Trick or Treat?”
Try as I might, my body does not allow me to run,
I shout for help but, around me there is no-one;
The ghoulish stranger begins to laugh, he knows he has won,
Looking into my fearful eyes he says “The game has only just begun”.
With all of my strength, I push him aside,
And run as fast as I can back home, locking the door once inside;
I jump into bed, cocooning myself into my duvet as an attempt to hide,
But, it was too late, as he had already arrived.
Outside of my house, I could hear the clawing and crashing,
The creature’s fingernails dragging and scratching;
Along the brickwork, the windows, the doors - he was laughing,
I wondered what was so funny until I heard the sound of the door handle snapping.
I knew he was inside when I could hear his slow and heavy breathing,
The beating of my heart swiftly increasing;
I pinched myself hoping I was only dreaming,
Yet my hopes were diminished when I looked above the covers and didn’t see him retreating.
The creature reached for my hand as he pulled back the sheets,
His ominous smile and sinister features even worse as he speaks;
The same, spine-chilling question he asked earlier he repeats:
I watch the room fade to black as he asks “Trick or Treat?
Sunday, October 2, 2022
ILLUSION
ILLUSION
Have you ever wondered why life works out the way it does?
Why are we drawn to certain people and places?
Why do we think what we think and know what we know?
What if we aren’t in control when we believe we are?
What if, perhaps…
Somebody was writing our story for us?
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Illusion is a short story focusing on the alternate perspectives of both the reader and writer. As we delve deeper into the story, we discover life isn’t all what it seems…
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