Poetry

Daily prompt: Empty

This town is empty

With no one insight.

Each store or home

I go to have been cleared out

As if no one ever lived there in long time.

It’s a ghost town with no hope of anyone

Ever coming around.

How did I  end up here in the first place.

I remember getting  on the bus and riding until

I got to the town with no name but felt the emptiness.

Who came up with this town and how did a bus ride to

A new place end up so lonely

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Empty

 

 

 

Poetry

The one who destroys men!

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She is so flawless that it’s like a landslide of beauty from her hair to her neck and ending at her waist.

You were moonstruck by her looks, that she melted your torch in one look and you become so helpless. And it was so sad to see you fall apart with one look you were a goner my friend.

And like the damask design of her beautiful summer dress, she tore you apart and put your heart in the vignette design of her journal with the other broken men.

She destroyed  everywhere she went, she left mothers crying for the sons they used to have but now only thing they have left is an empty shell of what their sons used to be.

No man or boy is safe from her evil ways, even when you think you’re safe.

She will show up and grab you by the face and like piece of dust she will blow away the

man you used to be and left in your place will be a wide-eyed man with a hole in his chest is where your heart melted away.

The amount of men she goes through on her journey of destruction should be a metaphor for every poisons snake is the same no matter how beautiful it is on the outside.

The bite will always kill you and melt your soul away.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Wordle-110-May-23rd-2016 word challenge

 

#MayBook Prompt

The Shadow that follows me

It was a windy day and as the sky got dark

All I  could see was shadows everywhere.

Shadows on the tall office buildings as I

walked past them as fast as my little legs could carry me.

But as I walked past them, they begun to pull towards me

Snaking cross the ground as fast as  they could go.

I didn’t know if I would make it to my apartment before

they got me, aren’t shadows suppose to be friendly?

Why are they following me and do I even want to find out

At this point ?

Probably not, as I swipe my card I’m in the building and I pull

The door closed just as the shadows  roll up.

When it didn’t come in I was relieved, for I was finally safe

As the shadows disappeared with a blink of my  eye I

Wonder if the wind was playing a trick on me and the shadows

Were just in my head?

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the # May Book Prompts-The Shadow Of The Wind

#MayBook Prompt

That night you were

So patient and kind to me, you we’re earlier

I didn’t think I deserved the tendering touch.

You were giving me, for earlier I had been so cruel.

I yelled at you for forgetting something, I later discovered

I never told you to get.

For the text was never sent ,you should be mad out me for being

so upset when you won’t in the wrong.

But you just stood there looking so calm and, when I was done

you walked up to me and hugged me and said you’d go get it now.

You left and thirty minutes later you came back with the treat

I was craving and,you kissed me on the head and said everything will be okay.

I thanked you for going out and, said I was sorry for yelling for it was my fault you never got the text.

You said it’s okay and next time you will check in before coming home just in case I needed something on your way home.

And I realized that night just how lucky I am and,how crazy you’re to stick around and love me no matter what.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the #May Book Prompts-Tender Is The Night

Every Friday Writting Prompts:Free Writing timer

I stop to stare at you

(This is a Fictional Story)

I didn’t think it would come to this but, here I am

looking out the window of a Café shop  we used to

go to.

Watching you sit outside on a bench in the park on such

a lovely day the sun is out and,the sky is a nice bright blue with fluffy clouds floating around.

And you’re lost in a book but,not just any book the book I brought you for your birthday

last month.

You know the month I found out you were sneaking around talking to another girl behind my back.

I know I should confront you and, make you pay for what you’ve done to me and my hopes that this time would be different with you.

But, instead I’m here watching you waiting for the moment when she will show up and, then all I have to do is run out and catch you in the act.

And,so I wait and I wait and what seems like minutes turn into hours and then when I’ve given up hope.

That she will show up what I see walking towards you isn’t a she at all but a he.

He sits down and you smile at him and you two talk and, then a little black box is exchanged between you too.

When he turns away from you, I realize his my brother and clearly you’re going to propose to me.

Now all I can do is stop and stare and, I realize Ash was short for Asher and not Ashley.

I want to run to my car and pretend this never happened but, when I look up again you’re gone and when I get ready to leave.

You’re standing right in front of me and you know what I thought and you know I’m ashamed.

But you don’t hold it against me, with a smile on your face you get down on one knee and you propose.

All I can do is stop and stare at the ring that represents our love and, slowly but surely say yes.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Free Flow Fridays with Laura the topic was-Stop-and-Stare

#MayBook Prompt, Writing Fiction

The Nightmare

It all started with me leaving the house

That night, it was so dark and silent

Too silent if you ask me but I kept walking.

As I entered the forest that night all I thought

About was this is the quickest way to your house.

But as I got deeper into the woods, I swear something

Touched my jacket.

But it was just a branch I hope, yet I couldn’t bring myself

To look back and find out.

For I’ve heard the stories of the hands and teeth that come out in

The night.

But I’ve always laughed it off for no ones really had proof to prove

If it was real.

However, as I got closer to edge and could see the light on your front porch I’ve never been so happy and relieved at the same time.

Then it happened so quick, something grabbed me and as I was jerked backward

I heard something say: “don’t fight us, you belong to us Dawn and its time to connect.”

I started to really freak out inside but I  fought smarter this time and as I ripped myself away from my old blue jean jacket.

I looked back and I saw the hands holding my jacket, they were tan human hands and above them were teeth.

Sharp teeth and they were smiling at me, and even though I knew I had to run and get away.

I knew I needed proof, so I quickly took out my phone and snapped picture after picture.

Until they came at me again, so I ran as fast as I could and I didn’t stop until you opened the door.

Peter: Dawn what’s wrong, you look like you seen a ghost and where’s your jacket its freezing out here?

Dawn: They took my jacket and I didn’t see a ghost, I saw the hands and teeth in the forest. Oh my gosh Peter the stories are true!!

Peter: No way, I’ve lived here my whole life and nothing ever got me in that forest Dawn. You must have brushed up against a branch and got scared.

Dawn: No Peter, it wasn’t a branch and i’ ve got proof to prove it too you.

Dawn pulls out her phone and shows Peter all the photos and Peter no longer doubts what she told him.

But he fears what she said the teeth said to her,for Peter’s grandmother has lived in this town all her life.

When he was little she told him  a story of her Native American tribe from the past.

And in that story the tree’s take a girl every 16 years, and use her youth to make the forest thrive for as long as she lives.

As all the pieces come together Peter knows his friend would soon be gone, he hugs her and tells her it will be okay and they must rest for the night.

When Dawn has fallen asleep, Peter goes to his grandmother to seek advice and a way to help Dawn.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the # May Book Prompts-The Forest Of Hands And Teeth

#MayBook Prompt, Writing Fiction

The Library

It had been a long day of researching

And  the quietness of the library helped me focus

For the first time this semester.

I felt good to not have to rush to pull this paper

Together, and it was quite an interesting subject.

But as I looked up from the book I had been reading

And checked my phone is was almost  8pm and I was starving

But as I collected my stuff, something brushed  past me.

As I looked up no one was near me but I just shook it off and

Left, hoping the cafeteria was serving something with chocolate

For dessert.

As I finished my dinner and looked in my bag for my keys, they weren’t there but I had them at the library.

I swear I had picked them up, ugh I can’t get in my car or my apartment and the all is too long.

I have to go back to the library now,  I walk as fast as I can go to get there even though it doesn’t close until 1 am.

I’m getting tired and just want to go home, I reach the library in no time and quickly take the elevator to the third level and walk to the end to the abandoned  table near the window out looking the park.

As I look around I spot the keys in the corner underneath the table, and as

I reach down to get them something touches my back.

And whispers, “ I will take your soul to keep, forever if you don’t help me get out of this place.”

I hit my head, as I rubbed it with my right hand I grabbed my keys with my left  and got up, only to see a pale face staring out me.

I can’t move as my body begun to shake with fear, the pale-faced boy opened his mouth and.

Said: “You have two months to get me out of here or you will be enjoying next semester with me in smelly old library forever!! And this isn’t  a dream the last girl didn’t take me serious and she’s haunting the second floor of this place.”

As quickly as he spoke, he was gone and I  was left alone to figure out how to save my soul and finish this semester without failing.

Because if I could get it all done, I might just transfer out of this place.

But, first I need to find the poor girl haunting the second floor and save her as well.

For my friend Susan disappeared last semester and the second floor of the library was her getaway place.

 

To be continued………… Maybe

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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For the #May Book Prompts-Library of souls