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Fall carpet bombing
Acorns slamming on the roof
Over and over
Amusement park closed
Daddy carries his daughter
Passed out in his arms
A boat on the sea
Waves carry the brave sailor
Forward towards home
Through the fire and flames
One by one he carried them
No man left behind
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I kept hearing these songs when I wrote this.
I thought I would share.
A fall like rustle
Green leaves blowing back and forth
On a gentle breeze
Unused apps on our desktops
Waiting to be used
Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight, and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?
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The afternoon shifted into dusk; and as the full moon set in over the water, highlighting two brown crosses and two freshly dug graves, the sheriff stopped at the last house in his jurisdiction. He was happy with the work his town had put into getting ready for tomorrow’s onslaught. They had boarded up windows and fortified doors, double checked their locks, and made sure they had plenty of silver bullets and bullets dipped in holy water. All seemed well, all seemed right, until he reached this small two-bedroom house where a young wife and husband lived. The house had been boarded up properly, but the front door was hanging open. It was dark inside the house, no lights burning, and that is what had grabbed the sheriff’s suspicions.
He looked back towards town, and he saw multiple lights burning, flames on wicks cutting through the oncoming night. It was just this house that wasn’t showing signs of life. He knew that meant trouble, but he hoped he wasn’t right about that.
His brown horse whinnied underneath him, and he patted Betsy’s side to comfort her.
He slipped off the saddle, and dropped to the ground, pure silver spurs jingling.
“It’s okay, girl, just stay put while I check it out,” he replied, wishing he had his deputy by his side. Always best to have back up in situations like this.
Bright morning sunrise
Cancelled by dark rain filled clouds
Another gloomy day
Fall leaves dance about
Across the wooden boardwalk
As the waves rumble
Inspiration struck after reading this article.
Sure, few lucky ducks get to the beach all year round (we’re looking at you Florida), but for most of us, fall means it’s time to hang up our swimsuits for the season. Luckily, there are a few sandy shores across the country which offer an extra incentive to visit after Labor Day. At these seven spots, the beach gets better when the days get shorter — meaning you can continue your seaside excursions well into the autumn months. Source: 7 Beaches That Are Better In The Fall – Margaritaville Blog
Nature cries relief
Three days filled with clouds and rain
Free from scorching heat
Rain upon the deck
Yellow leaves scattered about
Fall is in the air
A slimy red tongue
Zipping through the warm swamp air
Frog snatches a fly
Under a red sky
Frogs sing out to the morning
Hoping for showers
In the nighttime sky
Full moon casting its soft light
On the frog filled pond
For more prompts like “frog” go here: Haiku Horizons
In the morning fog
Crickets chirping, birds singing
Covered by the mist
A small taste of fall
Dew on the parched summer grass
How far will he go to get home?
Will Vampires, Werewolves, Monsters, and Aliens deter him?
What will he endure to find his family?
Acclaimed author Anthony Renfro has a problem. As his fans wait anxiously for his next release, a character he has created tumbles out of the pages of his book and comes to life. With no clear story or plot in Anthony’s head, he must work together with this character in order to find out what story he belongs in before the critics and fans come pounding on Anthony’s door. AWOL: A Character Lost is a horror/science fiction novel about an author’s worst fears come to life.
Outside in the night-time sky there was a round silver disc, flying fast, in landing mode. Its destination was Earth, and it wouldn’t be long before it set down somewhere close to the cabin the character was now building a fire in.
The fire cracked and popped as the character warmed himself in front of it. He took off his coat and did another glance around the room. The familiarity with everything was just eerie. Had he been here before? Come to think of it, how did he get here? His brain was jumbled. Not only could he not remember this place, which he felt like he should, but he also couldn’t remember where he had come from. How had he come to stand in front of this fireplace enjoying this nice warm fire? He had no idea.
He took a seat on the couch and dropped his head into his hands. He heard a rustling from inside the bathroom (the one to the left of the fireplace), and then he heard a commode flush. He stood up, and looked at the door.
Someone was in there.
The character slipped back into the small kitchen with the humming fridge (which also reflected a decade long since past) and waited.
The door handle started to turn.
Simple easy smiles
Golden like the morning sun
Warming up my heart
Loud train horn blowing
Across the solid steel tracks
Wheels rolling forward
There is just something about a train whistle. It reminds me of my childhood and staying the night at my grandparent’s house. She lived over in the coal area of the Appalachian Mountains and those coal trains used to rattle by a lot back then. Good memories. So, what do you think when you hear a train whistle?