Leaves are rattling, ruffling, rustling, Beware! Beware! Hands are thwacking, thumping, thudding, Who’s there? Who’s there? Footsteps scampering, scurrying, scuttling, More tricks! More tricks! Night winds whistling, whipping, whispering, Who’s next? Who’s next? Teeth are chawing, chomping, crunching, More treats! More treats! Spirits are moping, moaning, mourning, To sleep, to sleep. Graves are quelling, quieting…Continue reading “Halloween”
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Dia de los Muertos
Born from the earth in el huerto de calabazas, Cucurbita awaits the choosing–la seleccion. She will soon be ready for the children. They will see her and fear her, as they should. “That one,” the dark-haired doctor says, pointing at Cucurbita. “That one will be perfect.” She is not perfect yet. She knows this toContinue reading “Dia de los Muertos”
100 Followers
I wrote my first blog post on July 8th of this year, and I now have more than 100 followers! I don’t know how this growth rate compares with other bloggers, but I am happy with this accomplishment. I try to avoid comparing myself to everyone else, mainly because I am NOT everyone else. IContinue reading “100 Followers”
Food For Thought
“You are what you eat, you know,” you may have heard it said; So what form of nutrition, is better to be fed? Eat some sweets to help you have, a pleasant countenance; A slice of homemade humble pie, to curb your arrogance. Take any hurtful comments, with a grain of salt; To err isContinue reading “Food For Thought”
Victim
Beautiful art, without a signature, Spider, Be proud of your work. Why do you hide there? Ashamed of your creation, the role you’re born to play? Do you mourn for the victims of the lies you convey? Knowing that you’ll trap them empirically, Feeding on their flesh, vampirically, Just like you did with me. CopyrightContinue reading “Victim”
Killer
Phantyna Segregata’s abilities were not in hunting and gathering; in fact, she didn’t need to do those things. She perfected the art of trapping. She didn’t work well with others and so chose a solitary life. It may be lonely, but it served her well–she did not have to provide for another, did notContinue reading “Killer”
Taken
Darkness. Some people fear it. Maybe because they fear the unknown. You can’t see what’s in the dark, don’t know what may be waiting out there. For us, it meant protection; at least, most of the time. On rare occasions, one of us would be taken during the night, unexpectedly. Most of the time, though,Continue reading “Taken”
Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet 