There once was a clumsy witch, And one day she got an itch, To go to Dracula’s house to get a view, But she lost control and broke right through; When she did she yelled “Son of a––Goblin!”…? Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich This poem was written in response to Simply 6 Minutes – WelcomeContinue reading “A Witchy Limerick (Almost)”
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Caturday, October 28, 2022
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Autumn Winter Wedding
This cadralor was written in response to W3 Prompt #26: Wea’ve Written Weekly at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, so please visit his page to participate and/or read other responses. This one took some thought, and I’m not entirely sure I followed the specific parameters of a true cadralor, but I think I at least came close. PleaseContinue reading “Autumn Winter Wedding”
Masked
This short story is in anticipation of Halloween. I hope you enjoy it.
Dear Brandon…
Brandon asks for opinions about a new series of blog posts.
Creature of the Night
Silent creature of the night, Dimly featured by pale moonlight,Quitely cutting through the dark, Wisely judging its chosen mark,Balanced gracefully o’er the ground, Talons splayed, striking down,Noiseless attack from out the air, Helpless prey unaware,As the sunlight lingers near, The owl and moon have disappeared.Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich Thanks for reading! If you enjoyedContinue reading “Creature of the Night”
The Door Under the Stairs
Brandon writes a poem based on one of his own photos of a mysterious door.
The Strangers
The Strangers is a scary poem based on the movie with the same name. Not for the “faint of heart.”
Scarecrow
Brandon Ellrich writes a creepy tale in anticipation of Halloween!
Escape
Colors bursting across the sky, Soul is thirsting to rise and fly, Into the air, escaping life, Away from care, worry, strife; Above the earth, toward the sun, Full of mirth, reckless fun. No path to trace from those before, An open space, my open door. My spirit sails on endless seas, A course unveiledContinue reading “Escape”
