Emily Ericson
I'm an aspiring writer with many stories and opinions to give along with much knowledge to share.
The Man Who Shook
I felt the usual breeze of the passing train as I stood waiting for mine. It was a quarter until 11 when I realized that I was one of a few people at the station that night. There were some other business-type people like me to my left, standing a good distance away. But a few feet to my right was an old man in a long woolen, gray coat and a brown hat. He was hunched over, staring at the ground. He was shaking terribly as if he were cold.
Emily EricsonPublished 2 years ago in Horror
Assembly
I marched on Pennsylvania With like-minded warriors. We shouted and carried our words In sober steps, not treading the ground.
Emily EricsonPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Sweet Vinegar
My analytical psychosis That is a box of supernovas Is enough to shove you into insanity, Which will make us perfect for each other.
Emily EricsonPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Predator
I'm insane, you say? Is it not possible that it is you To whom you are speaking of? Do you not see? Hear how calm My voice is
Emily EricsonPublished 2 years ago in Poets
2 Much UTube
Satan's vocal cords Through the reversed verses Of the Beatle's Revolution No. 9, Will lead 1 2 theorize conspiracy Theories and alien
Emily EricsonPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Selfish Gods
Can you see the consequences of your actions? Do you not see the evil that invades our lives? Is your hypocrisy not bad enough to fix?
Emily EricsonPublished 3 years ago in Poets
Insignificance
The size of a marble may lead one to infer That the world will fall off the edge Of a pointy cliff and into the abyss of nothingness.
Emily EricsonPublished 3 years ago in Poets
The Shriek
I was sound asleep when I heard it. Underneath my blanket, my ears heightened to a state to where I could hear the drop of a pin a mile away. I wanted to get up but my body wouldn't allow me. I was stiff with fear. What could make such a sound? I couldn't imagine it out of a human or any wildlife nearby. It occurred again, only closer. My body came out of its stiffness, allowing me to get out of the bed. I dashed to the window, opening it all the way. I poked my body out and looked up and down the dark mountain beyond the trees. I waited a minute to hear the shriek again to detect its direction. It didn't come. I closed the window. Even though I didn't know what is was, I changed into my hunting gear and equipped myself with my rifle and handgun.
Emily EricsonPublished 3 years ago in Horror
