Archive for paranormal
October 10, 2014 · Filed under gardening, history, memories, nature studies, nostalgia, paranormal, seasons, Uncategorized · Tagged autumn, changes, children, flowering trees, flowers, memoried, nostalgia, seasons, spring, summer
In spring we watch, day by day as the snowball bush goes from a tangle of limbs to a magical green. Days pass and the blossoms of white start to appear and the green darkens among the growing snowballs. Weeks pass quickly ad we count the days until school is out. the snowballs, now so heavy that they weigh down the limbs have taken on a purple hue towards the middle ad the begin to wither and die.
Summer has come and we have watched the dogwoods change their shades of green leaves, observe the daily opening of the blooms, and
once again , watch them wither and die.
When summer has ended (way too soon) and we are back in the morning mist of August, we see that the Joe Pye Weeds are waving in warm winds beau the rushing stream.
Soon the dogwoods take on an increasing reddish hue and leaves of gold flutter down from the many deciduous trees on the hillside.
As the leaves fall from the dogwood trees, clumps of red berries have appeared in the frost where blossoms once sparkled in spring storms.
As we watch time go by, from the first buds of spring to the lushness of summer, the glory of autumn and snowdrifts of winter, my children and I realise how quickly tome goes by and how fast they are growing.
Like the seasons, we grow and change. Each age, each season having its own special beauty. As a tear rushed down my cheek when I think of how quickly my children ate growing, I look longingly at them and realise that soon, they will be watching the seasons change with their own .
September 26, 2014 · Filed under awards and prompts, fiction, fiction/poetry, gardening, genealogy, grandchildren, haiku, memories, mystery, nature studies, nostalgia, paranormal, poetry and quotes, postaday, prompts, seasons, struggles, youth · Tagged new sites, promps request, prompts, wordpress, writing for prompts
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May 5, 2014 · Filed under fiction, integrity, mystery, nature studies, paranormal, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, weaponry, writing, youth · Tagged Black Sea, exploring, islands, prompts, sailing, shipwrecks, storms, survivors, terrorists
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At last the tiny ship saw land ahead. Lost for two days on the shores of the Black Sea, Tony was beginning to panic. His food was running short, he was heading into hostile territory and his communications gear was not picking up the “Mayday” signals he was blasting over his communications system.
As Tony got closer to the land, his heart sank. There was not a sign of human life in sight. The banks were steep and rocky, small bays fooling him every few miles, he decided to stay in sight of land until he came upon some sign of life.
Where was he? Would the place he finally found be friendly, or some random terrorist camp, far away from those hunting them? As nightfall came, he began to worry again. Still, no civilization, still no good harbor site close to shore. He decided to keep on until the sun set and the light had faded from thee sky and then put down his anchor for the night.
Up ahead, Tony thought he saw a flash of light. Though his first emotion was excitement, it quickly turned to fear. He turned on a small light on his starboard to gauge the reaction of the light on shore. Relieved, the light flashed back at him-three times, he took this as a friendly sign and started toward the light.
As he neared the beach, he could see a campfire glowing on the shore. He packed up what gear he could carry on the life boat-gun ammo, water, a little food, dry clothes and a blanket ,anchored the little ship and hopped in. As he approached the sandy inlet, he yelled out, “Hello, there! Anyone home?”
Feeling rather silly at his lack of a better greeting, he heard a voice come back towards him. “Please, come on up!” said a voice that sounded rather feminine. He wondered what a woman would be doing out here? Who was she with-was it a trap? He could see in the moonlights shadows the figures of three people.
As he drug the life boat up the bank, past the tide line, the three figures raced down towards him.
“Oh, my God!” shouted one of the figures, definitely a woman. “We thought they had given up on us!”
“Who?” Tony asked, puzzled.
“We were on our way to an island for research, said the third woman.” The ship was called the Morning Dawn. It went down in a storm after taking on water We fought the storm for maybe a day, and realized we were the only survivors.”
Well, now there are four lost explorers, sighed Tony as he sat down on the edge of a rock.
May 2, 2014 · Filed under fiction, mystery, nostalgia, paranormal, postaday, prompts, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing · Tagged concerts, detectives, London, murder, music, mystery, prompts
The Supervisor of London’s Detective Force could not help but laugh as he shut the door after Mrs. Ford’s interview. “She tell enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.” he laughed to his finest officer.
“Yes,” replied Detective Trent. “We have dealt with her vivid imagination before, I’m afraid.”
As Supervisor Johnston leaned back in his chair, he recalled the reason for his talk with Detective Trent- a gruesome murder behind stage at a musical concert the night before.
“It was an F string from a violin that had choked Mr. Hampton.” She had sworn.
How could she have known?
April 28, 2014 · Filed under fiction, fiction/poetry, gardening, hope, integrity, memories, nostalgia, paranormal, postaday, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged dreams, fear, nightmares, sleep, sleepless night
Its 2a.m. darkness and
Cobwebs fill my head.
What am i going to do?
I have nothing left here,
No hope, no dreams to hold,
Only pain and fear-like vampires
They feed and leave me empty.
Where did i go wrong?
Did i love too much-
Care too much?
Did i put to much
Of my damaged soul
Out there to be shattered?
All the things i used to
Cling to, have been taken.
What matters to me so much
Is a joke now to others.
Why am i here? Darkness,silence
Why don’t the ones
Who cause the pain hurt like i do?
I needed that sleep-
The alarm doesn’t care.
Another day in hell-black candles
Flickering, yet,Lost,waiting for the
Love i gave my life for over and over.
Just let me go,blow the candle out
Or make them feel the pain like i do.
January 25, 2014 · Filed under fiction, history, mystery, paranormal, prompts, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged 100WCGU, 20 Lines a Day, autumn, middle ages, paranormal, prompts, wordpress, youth
“Serena,” Raven sputtered excitedly as they walked to the cafeteria beneath the beautiful autumn maples.
Raven turned around and giggled. “Serena, what’s wrong with you?
“There’s this new cafe off campus.”
“So?”smiled Raven, walking as they talked.
“Well, they serve tea ,coffee, hot chocolate or pastries, but that’s not the exciting part.”
“Then what is?” Raven asked, stopping in her tracks.
“When you walk in the door, you go back in time.” Serena whispered. “I swear. I thought I’d been drugged. Even my clothes were from the middle ages. Everything was, the food….”
“Raven grabbed Serena’s hand. “What are you waiting for, let’s go!”
January 19, 2014 · Filed under fiction, hope, mystery, nature studies, paranormal, postaday, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged 20 lines. curiosity, Choice, daily prompt, directions, forest, kidnapped, lost, potadday, weekly challenge, writing prompt
I have been “kidnapped”, or so it seems. let’s just say I have awoken in a new place,in a new home,you might say optimistically.It is a forest somewhere that I have never been. I have everything I need to make a home, then begin a plan to find out where I am and someone I can communicate with. First step-find water. Mark my way back to where I began, so I will at least have a “starting’ point. Hopefully the water will lead to civilization, where I can observe the people, the buildings, read signs, get some idea where I am. Where that first step leads me, who knows? My second step will have to consider what I have found out there.
January 15, 2014 · Filed under children, fiction, nature studies, nostalgia, paranormal, postaday, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing, youth · Tagged 20 Lines a Day, careers, dreams, interpretation, ocean, prompts, Red Dress Club, tens, trees
Somewhere in the shadows of his dreams, the young man drifted in and out of the haze. Trees seemed to be every where, he looked around and everything looked the same. Here and there a branch would be different or a limb wold be broken off, but nothing in the real world went on and on without variation!
The, within his dream world, he thought of the ocean, how it went on and on, the waves crashing, the winds pounding, shells sprinkled about. There were a few things that went on and on without variety. But what did it mean? What was the purpose of this dreams.
Within the mist of dreamworld, he recalled what he had been thinking of as he went to sleep. What would I like to be when I am grown, what do I love? He thought of hikes he had been on, the whispers of the forest, the gentle breaks in its continuity. Its peace, the way it drew him back, time after time.
Suddenly, his eyes opened- “An OCEAN of trees!” the forest was like the ocean, simply a different entity. It went on and on, it was tranquil, yet mysterious. Forestry, that’s what it was, he would study forestry! Somewhere in that never ending topic, he would find himself. His eyes softly closed again.
November 16, 2013 · Filed under fiction, mystery, paranormal, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized, wordpress, writing · Tagged 20 Lines a Day, fear, Friday Fictioneers, Italy, mystery, old Europe, paprnormal, prompts, stairways
She felt herself running, tripping down this odd stair case, the echo of someone following her, close behind. It was rather dark, in this place she’d never been-Italy, maybe, Old Europe?
It seemed the stairs went on and on, chunks of granite worn down by time-some sort of alley way. There were no cares and no doors that led anywhere.
Where was she, who was chasing her? Why was she here? A cold breeze whipped by her, she jumped up. Her heart pounding. “A dream,” she sighed, “only a dream.”
“Where had she seen those steps?” she thought, now awake.
November 13, 2013 · Filed under fiction, mystery, nature studies, paranormal, prompts, Uncategorized, writing, youth · Tagged bend, de ja voux, fear, fiction, floods, mystery, rain, rivers, skulls, storms, velvet verbosity 20 lines a day
The river was out of its banks again. Muddy torrents rushed around the bend as they headed for the dam at the old water plant. Trees swayed at the edge of the water, looking as if they would topple in at any moment. She had walked down this trail so many times, it had been her “quiet place” as a teen. But not today, it held the roar of a restless spirit. She saw the old mill stone laying near the path. Beside it, something caught her eyes. A human skull, she thought, sucking in her breath. No! Not again!
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