We all have weird dreams, don’t we? For example, several years ago (6 or 7?), I had a really odd dream about being in a crypt with skeletons. The next morning I wrote a story about it. That story turned into my book The Halley Branch.
Of course, we often have really odd experiences in waking life. A year ago I had a very weird experience in a cemetery, which you can read about here. The important part here, though, is that stench that went away the moment I turned, the smell of death. I have only smelled this scent in very old cemeteries, and not all ancient cemeteries at that, just a few. It is different from the smell of, say, a dead animal. It is a horrible stench.
OK, why do I bring up that old dream and my spooky experience from almost exactly a year ago?
The following is a clip from my WIP, The Old Mill – this is NOT a finished draft!
They had been planning the adventure for months. It was a rite of passage in Avebury, one that had been going on for decades, though every generation thought it was original.
The Five Inseparables were going to visit the Goode Mansion after dark.
Amy Lancing was able to borrow her parents’ car for the evening. Although the quiet one of the group, she reveled in the control that being the driver gave her. And this wasn’t just any night with the car. It was special and she would do everything in her power to make sure their adventure was perfect.
The traffic up the hill from Avebury was light. Great. Amy took the left onto Miller Road, as she’d practiced a dozen times. She slowed down as she passed the driveway into the mansion and began to scan the woods on the left. Just down a small incline and across a bridge and perhaps another hundred yards there was a turn off into the woods. It was supposed to be secret, but even in her headlights she could see that were many tire prints in and out. Right, the worst kept secret in the county.
Amy turned and pulled the car into the woods as far as she dared. She turned off the lights and shut off the engine.
The five 17-year-old girls piled out of the car, all giggles and trying to “shush” each other.
Amy looked at the other four: Jess, Lauren, Stacy and Kath. She shook her head. They had no clue and would be lost without her. Continue reading →
Midnight adventure To exhume the ancient crypt But we are too late The slab is already moved The dead has unearthed himself
Did we delve too deep Awaken that which should sleep Release the terror? We run from the open tomb But once more we are too late
The crunch of a twig Silver shadow from the moon He is following A hand grabs me from behind Sharp nails gouge into my flesh
Leave the dead alone Sleeping under the cold ground Peaceful undisturbed It is a lesson I learned Only when it was too late
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. She gives us two key words, but we must use synonyms. This week’s words were Dig and Grave. (I so much wanted to find a way to say “Dig this” or “Do you dig” ;) ). I did a tanka these week. OK, I wrote a story made from four connected tankas this week :)
Hi Come in How are you? Sit for a bit I’ll get you a sweet Give you a nice goody Mix it up in the cauldron Wait while I get the recipe Cipher out the ancient words of lore Are you beginning to feel sleepy yet? Don’t worry about this razor I have Just need some special ingredients It’s a potion made once a year Full of intrigue and magic Sit still while I harvest Were you using these? Delicacy Special brew Great charm You
Careful of the witches brew, that human stew. Don’t ask what is on the menu, for you might find that it is you ;)
Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. These week the key Words were Spell and Treat, only we had to use synonyms and not the actual words. I did a double etheree.
Me Alone Late at night I hear a noise Is she following? I feel the clammy cold The clods from her barren grave I turn and she is just right there Vacuous eyes staring coldly at me Dripping rotting flesh as she approaches Backing away from her I trip and fall I see the blood of her last victim She fills the volume before me Flesh dripping arm reaches out She touches my shoulder Her cold dead finger “Tag, you are it” She giggles I’m it Hide!
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. She gave two key words, Empty and Space, and we needed to use synonyms of those words. I did a double ethree this week.
I Photoshoped a painting for a story I once wrote. This is an iteration of the painting that I did not originally use (I just added it). (I originally did the painting for a portrait class – she is pretty in the original ;).)
Late edit – I just added an animation of the original picture…
I flip the leaf of the calendar, as the leaf outside of my window flips and heads towards the ground. I knew it! It is October! That means it is almost time for the spirits to rise on that most special day of the year, Halloween. To raise out own spirits, we need to start the spiced cider boiling, and all of you witches need to make an even more special brew. For:
The leaves are changing Halloween is almost here Fix a special treat Autumn’s dark and deadly brew Boiled in a witches Cauldron
The night is quiet, still. Nothing is stirring. We creep forward. I let out a nervous giggle, and you shush me, all serious. I pull myself up, trying to look dignified, though the butterflies fight in my stomach. You give me strength, but is it enough? We have been moving slow, carefully, but are approaching the hidden crypt. What will we find there? Although apprehensive, I take the lead and open the door. It is my place, after all. But I’m sure you can tell that I am spooked. Much more brave than I, you smile, brush past me. Taking my hand you pull me through the threshold, closer to the uncharted tomb darkness. I was hesitant at first, but your mood is contagious and I continue on, trying to echo your confidence.
A chill down my spine A serious look from you I approach the vault Both anxious and excited I head into the unknown
Sneaking into a cemetery late on Halloween night? Perhaps into a mausoleum? The catacombs under the ruins of an old church? Or did you put an R-Rated meaning to the words? An X-Rated meaning? Get your mind out of the gutter! ;) Anyway, I guess if they are sneaking into a hidden tomb somewhere, it is their first time…
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Afraid” and “Grave“. This week I did a Haibun with a Tanka as the poem. I tried to use the “key” words multiple times, with different meanings.
Hue towards orange Bruise purple and macabre brown The world turns spooky
Tingle down my spine Visions of a darkened hue Words ghoulishly stained This season I like to read Some tales embellished by fear
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Color” and “Creepy“.. This week I decided to do both a haiku and a tanka.
It is dark as I walk past the ancient graveyard. What’s that? A ball of light floats inches off the ground, silver will of the whisp. My heart beats quicker, my footsteps are rushed. Noises fill the air. I turn and scream, for now I see them.
Recoil in fear Ghosts and goblins tread this eve The dead walk the earth The world of spirit and life Merge into one on this day
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The key words today were “Fright” and “Night”, yet for this special while she is away, we are to only use synonyms. My Tanka might not be exactly a Tanka, but close enough ;)