The insidious night wraps its dark covers around the windows of my room. A hoarse scream echoes through the walls, reflected right on my face, but I have no wish to hear. I cover my ears and sink deep under the quilts. But it’s there, eating up my innards. “It’s me, I killed him!”
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wow that was great. Once again your writing style's amazing
ReplyDeleteGreat 55. Love the texture of your writing. My 55 will be HERE after midnight Pacific time.
ReplyDeleteThe conscience never sleeps..
ReplyDeleteFor most people anyway!
Fantastic 55 Maha..
What a future you have on this planet.
Thanks for visiting, thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
hmm. i don't totally get this, but i really like it, and i'm sure it will have me thinking until i fall asleep...
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That was cool! Too bad it's for the 55, though. I want to know what happens next! :)
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ReplyDeletehere is mine,
thank you in advance for reading it.
beautiful!
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Your descriptions capture the sense of gloom so effectively. I wonder if the scream is from her memory, of a dark deed she's trying to escape...
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I got chills from this. And mixed feelings. Very dark, but in awe.
ReplyDeletechilling 55 maha...iys me killing him...wow. nicely done.
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that was very intense, very poe like
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Very honest and powerful 55!
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Mine is up!
Great 55 Maha, very dark and edgy!
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Beautiful and thought-provoking. Lots of symbols and dark energy there. Well done. Love/ Jo.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh....this is so vivid in word imagery!!
ReplyDeleteLoved your 55.
Sunrise in the City ---as always, scroll down below my Show n Tell. Hope you're having a terrific Friday!!!
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe conscience never sleeps.
Jim
The guilty conscience won't leave us alone, wrapping around the corners of the house. Nice edgy and dark 55. Just the way I like them!
ReplyDeleteThanks! And thanks for joining my blog, by the way!
I hate when I kill people too and then my conscience gets all high and mighty... ;)
ReplyDeletethe consequences of killing... the *guilt* and all that you know!
ReplyDeleteYou write so beautifully dear Maha!
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Dulce
congrats on your perfect poet award as well. smiles.
ReplyDeleteIntense and deeply touching. You have a powerful way with words. Lovely as always, Young One
ReplyDeleteWOW! this is unsettling but i could 'feel' it...
ReplyDeletethanks so much for your comment AND for following...you have honored me :) and you can be sure i'm going to keep an eye on you, too!
How, what, why????
ReplyDeleteReally nicely done the plot unfolds...
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... and poesy... ?
ReplyDeleteI love your reveries...:)
This blog is wonderful ! ! !
See you...:)
Good one!
ReplyDeleteA guilty conscience makes a lousy bedmate. Good job!
ReplyDeleteFantastic writing! Keep up the good work.
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