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Stranger Danger
Poet In The Arctic invited me to participate in her horror fiction challenge on Medium and I decided to give it a go. The challenge thrown down is as follows:
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 months ago in Horror Playlist for the Hopeless Anti-Romantics
To all those with a love-hate relationship with romance... There's no shortage of love songs out there, so here are a few of my favorite songs with a bit of an anti-romantic theme, with a touch of hopeless romantic (based on personal interpretations). Feel free to comment any song suggestions you have as well!
Bethany LarsonPublished 8 months ago in BeatAfternoon Anamnesis
The afternoon was Bathing everything In golden light and We were sitting with Our backs against the fence Too close to be just friends
Eternal Echoes
In a realm where time stood still, Amidst meadows kissed by the golden sun's skill, There existed a secret, a tale untold,
Michael StephensPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGolden Thread
Lost all my twenties– What did it mean? Searching for answers still yet to be seen Wondering if even the dark has a cost
HEAVY METAL ACCORDION by Peter Nolan Smith
Every boy has a best friend in his youth. In 1959 my family lived on Falmouth Foresides. Mckinley Road ended at the bluff overlooking the mudflats of Portland Harbor. I was lucky enough to have two friends; my older brother Frunk and a neighbor.
Peter Nolan SmithPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Unpleasant Song
Once upon a chilling harvest time night in the little, detached town of Ravenwood, settled profound inside a thick, old woods, an evil story unfurled. The townsfolk talked in quieted murmurs of a reviled house that lay at the edge of the forest. The chateau, known as Blackwood House, was supposed to be spooky by a vindictive soul. No one thought about wandering close to it into the evening.
"An Adventure of the Heart"
The true test of our bond came when Josh brought up the topic of diamonds. He showed me a site that beckoned with a pledge - Crater of Diamonds State Park in Arkansas. "You keep what you find," he stated, his eyes filled with excitement. Interested, I studied the images of a large, plowed field, and the descriptions mentioned messiness, mud, and hard work. The accompanying photos showcased people decorated in rubber gloves, sun hats, and tough boots, all set for the experience of a lifetime.