Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 27

Cowl – #Halloween #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Silence lies thickly

Muted tones of Memory

A dark heavy Cowl

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One

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Day 353 / 365

 

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~

Slithers – #Dark #Halloween #FlashFiction

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Shadows slithered along the deserted alleyway like writhing serpents. I stepped carefully, watching the darkened corners with the penetrating gaze of a terrified animal. Somewhere in the midst of the gloom, the one I sought had hidden himself and coming upon him unawares was perilous in the extreme. Dark tides of time washed across my path, marooning me in a vast ocean of treacherously flickering streetlights. Echoes of the night reverberated down the damp walls lining the backstreet, their shudders mirroring my own as I crept forward with deliberate stealth. A few additional paces and I’d be free, released from the harrowing confinement like a dove set to soar and my heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

It was not to be.

In that brief moment, everything turned upside down. Panic pushed the bounds of my mental and physical limits. Unparalleled terror pitched me into a frenzy of flailing limbs and earsplitting shrieks that scathed through the night like a reprise of the days of Jack the Ripper. I was the embodiment of horror, held captive by the icy grip of fear.

In the chaos, the tarantula crept from beneath a shadow leaching across my path, looked up at me and laughed.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph is : Alley_on_a_Foggy_Night_by_jheintz21

#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

Art and Fiction by

~Morgan~

 

Entombed – #Halloween #Poetry

In Tune with all that turns and spirals,
Songs detracting from depths Unknown,
Haunting lute Enchanting the feral,
Moving the dust under grass New Grown.

Tides that Shift the murky Twilight
In pitch and marrow, shuddering the Core,
Tarot Speaks when Belief Kisses night,
Tumbling down the steps of Yore.

Careful, Ye who Fancy adventure,
Marvel long but stay well free,
Entombed in mossy banks, Premature,
Locked and Staring out Eternally.

~Morgan~
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Haunting Image found at: images2.layoutsparks.com

Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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Art and Flash Fiction by

~Morgan~

 

Sweet Autumnal Delight- #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

Shades of Heaven – #Poems for #Autumn

#Autumn Whispering- #Poetry and #Photography of the #NaturalWorld

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Shades of Autumn, Whispering

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Whispers of Summer, Lingering

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Lingering Reminders, Beckoning

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Beckoning Glimmers, Lilting

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Lilting Hues, Dancing

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Dancing Splendor, Shimmering

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Shimmering Autumn, Whispering

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photography by:
Tammy Hughes
Nella Pascal
Roeselien Raimond

Others found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to ALL the Gifted Photographers. Thank You~

Shades of #Autumn- #Poetry of #SeasonsChanging and the #NaturalWorld

Shades of Autumn Tempt my Thoughts

In nodding Whispers of Shimmering Dreams

Soft upon the auburn wing

As Weary Summer Quietly Gleams.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.   Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer

Mute Vanity- #Autumn #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

Whispers of chill Caress the vale

Golden and Crimson Memory

Restful is the deep exhale

As Stillness Transcends Pagentry

Soft and Lavish comes the night

of Splendor in Subtle Majesty

Sable surfeit what once was bright

Lies sighing in mute vanity

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original Photographer.  Thank You!