Entrance to the Damned #flashfiction #pen

Enjoy Pen of the Damned today as we have a treat for you. Each of us has written a flash fiction (100 words) based on the picture prompt (above). The words I have placed below is dark compilation.  Come over to the Pen and feast in our dark banquet hall.

The weeping was for all who, on small feet, come, hands overflowing with offerings; the dead screaming in their endless burn. They prowl the shadows, “You cannot flee, ” says a voice that is not his own.  Husks of comforting strangers fill my head with their thoughts.

“I always laugh last.”

~ and so they are all damned

Small Sacrifices ~ Nina D’Arcangela

Damnation ~Dan Dillard

The Ruin of Man ~ Tyr Kieran

Palace ~ Joseph A Pinto

The Lost Message ~ Leslie Moon

Ghoul’s Last Laugh ~ Blaze McRob

THE OTHER PLACE ~ Thomas Brown

Dementia ~ Daemonwulf

Photograph: “Monument” © Copyright Dark Angel Photography.

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A Gateway to the Damned #PEN #flashfiction

The knob creaked as I gave it a twist.

I’d been able to breathe last time I’d been here.

Imprisoned behind an unlocked gate of decorative iron, I watch the world carry on without me.

Shadows beckon; so soon shall I dance.

I am plummeted to the world beyond my fears.

My mind bleeds for what should have been, for the chance never to have seen you.

The rooftop glitters, wet with slime and sunlight on old stone.

Theirs is a multitude of ignored voices; immeasurable lives ending as grist to be chewed by holy teeth.

From down the hall, the words do come, and with them now, a screeching hum.

Enjoy Pen of the Damned today as we have a rare treat for you. Each of us has written a flash fiction (100 words) based on the picture prompt (above). The words I have placed here are just appetizers of each author’s work. Come over to the Pen and feast in our dark banquet hall.

A Picture Paints 100 Words, by Dan Dillard , Veneration, by Daemonwulf

Poisonous Hope, by Tyr Kieran, Sacred Charge, by Nina D’Arcangela

Refuge, by Joseph A. Pinto, Vacuum, by Leslie Moon

Sleeping Dogs, by Thomas Brown, Inner Sanctum, by Blaze McRob

Welcome Home, Baby! by Hunter Shea

Escape #flashfiction #twitter #blogging

“Come to the shore” said the coaxing voice in the breeze

We offer air its free for you to breathe

quiet,relaxation is offered too

“but what” I worried “will I do”

I cannot blog

twitter’s lost in this fog

“Escape” they said It happens nightly

with my channel changer I do it sprightly

Come one come all join the weekly fun at G-Man’s writing flash fiction

Photography:” Late Summer Cali Coastline” Copyright L. Moon 2011

Sequence of Dawn #photography #iphone

Dawn: you break open my world, give me warmth for a new day

give me a path to place my feet and shine a light in an otherwise

dark existence…

Why the 4th??? #ForthofJuly

I never tire of unraveling the stars and strips on a day like today. I am reminded that I can sleep in my bed safely because I have people round the clock protecting me.  I think of  the diversity of culture: while my family will barbeques chicken another family may be making tamales, and another okra or ribs. I can enjoy my culture within a culture and welcome the beliefs and mores of my neighbor. I smile because we are celebrating becoming a country on this day…

 

“… Hot Dogs get your hot dogs”

Yes today is a day to celebrate freedom and like so many other american past times baseball is where I love to enjoy family time, food and the fourth of July. My team is the world champions for 2010 The San Francisco Giants.

“Play Ball!!!”

“… Sizzle, Crack, pop, whiz, B A N G”

“Honey be sure to hold those sparklers away from your body.

Dear that bottle rocket is going to… Yes that’s right. Hit the neighbor’s car.”

Sprays of blues, reds, silver green mingle to become breathtaking noise and light.

These were the times that I  enjoyed as my children covered their ears

and danced with delight.

 

 

 

“… Attention”

I am reminded when I heard the order that I had a duty.

It was an honor to serve my country,

my people with the hope of peace.

I waved at my fellow aviators as they flew by me going mach speeds

I am proud to be free to celebrate on a day

like the 4th of July.

I am reminded that there is a price for peace

-sometimes a rather high one

I pray that there will be no more need for men and women to die

in war.

 

 I wish each of you a Happy Forth of July for the many reasons –

Family, food, celebration, freedom.

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Drawn Together… #oneshotwednesday #poetry

My first sweep of your jawline

a shade around your nose

caught on your eyes

what happened who knows

**

I sketched until dawn

a face that I’d rendered

then why were my lips

shaking and tender

***

I peered deeper

you looked back at me

what had I done

had I set my love free?

**

To settle on a face

the one of my dreams

Oh what a fool

to believe in such schemes

**

I continued to draw

each night until dawn

nothing changed

what had gone wrong?

***

Hearing a sound

before the sun rose

a knock on the door

could it be? I don’t know

***

There you stood

rays circling your face

the man in my drawing

it was you in this place

I recently started drawing again. I have spent hours, days on a face. I imagined what it would be like to draw someone into existence ~ Voila!

It is celebration time – One Stop Poetry is one year old. Join the talented community of poets – share your work with us today!

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Darkness All Along #oneshotwednesday

Look at me a tragic flaw

assembled by nature

as a blemish

an embarrassment

surely not meant to embrace

rather shun

***

you don’t know me

you say you do

but you don’t

not really

who does?

no one!

*

Take a closer look

look into nothing

For that is what I am

my heart an abysmal void

a web darkly spun

*

I live life alone

on my own terms

sample what you like

there is nothing worth having

 better escape, quickly, run!

*

This is my curse

a world of loveless, nothingness

drawn into dark

away from the light of hope

don’t bother there is no sun

*

But then

it is what they wanted

chosen and delivered to me

an anomaly

a freak

being no one

***

*

Here’s to another week of One Shot Wednesdays.

I was looking back over my notes and emails in May and June when we were throwing ideas around about One Shot Poetry.  Its been a great year for One Stop Poetry – thanks for your support.

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All in a days opening #oneshotwednesday

“Come Close” – I hear you whisper

“I will challenge

your mind

your imagination”

**

“Look at me…

I am delight

to your eyes

your senses”

***

“Touch Me…

I am smooth

fingers long

to feel me”

***

“Open Me” – I hear you beckon

“I am filled

with anything

and everything”

**

“Do not Close me!

I am strong

beautiful

I am Pandora”

Join us for another week of One Shot Wednesday. An opportunity for poets to share their work with others.

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Tattered and Torn #oneshotwednesday #abuse

Crouched in the corner

lights graze my form

front and center

small, faded, forlorn

***

What do they want?

no warmth, only spite

peering and prodding

no “endless delight”

***

Sucking the color

pulling apart

perfectly aimed

at the center of my heart

**

Any one there?

a moment to share

reach out a hand

you – do you dare?

**

I’m not diseased

just lost, confused

I was the kid

no-love, abused

 

Today is a day to share poetry at One Shot Wednesday. A time for creative expression and encouragement. Enjoy the art of poetry and a community of wonderful friends.

Awakened by a dream #poetry

In the darkest hour of  night

when sleep had its strongest grasp

under the silvery glow

of a radiant moon

if you listened you would hear

a  soft fluttering

gentle steps

as she quietly slipped in

**

she neither needed nor wanted

more than the moon

she found what she sought

a chest barely rising and falling

up turned lips lit by the ripple of light

endeared to her dreamer

her hands painting on a warm canvas

***

In a startle, his eyes opened

until…

It was she

his dream

she was all he could think of when awake

she always came in his deepest sleep

their dance was magical

only witnessed by the moon

***

she slipped out quietly

contented sigh exhaled

his lips relished the memory

another perfect dream

“Jusqu’ à la prochaine fois” she whispered

as she tiptoed into the night

Thanks for joining us for another week of One Shot Wednesday. One Stop Poetry strives to be a community where poets can gather encouragement and inspiration from each other. Please enjoy!!!

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