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Author Name: FreeCMOWERY 5 Comments
Date Added: April 30, 2006 17:04:00 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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He knocked once…twice…thrice upon the door,

Sending vibrations in waves that crept across the floor,

To reach where I cowered, breath paused in my chest,

And joined with the jackhammer beneath my breast.

Time lost count, as the seconds were stretched in both ways.

It was a fraction of a moment that lasted for days.

In the air hung a silence, alone and profound.

He listened outside the barrier in hopes of sound.

I neither blinked, nor moved, only remained perfectly still,

Pressed against the windowpane which looked upon a hill,

With one winding road that could take me away.

My freedom within view, yet held cruelly at bay.

One last jiggle of the knob, then he slithered down the hall.

His smell lingered behind, seeping through the wall.

Only to be assaulted by the stench of a soul so black.

Never quite gone…He always comes back.

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Comment By: FreeNichola Whittaker on October 10, 2006 05:55:13 PM Report
Whata dark write, really conjures up some images in my mind. Very intense write, makes your heart beat that little bit faster.

Excellent stuff!!



Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on May 3, 2006 12:36:19 AM Report
The hard part is when inspiration hits and you don't have anything to write with! LOL! Nice job Christin, Joe
Comment By: FreeRichard Michael Cronin on May 1, 2006 01:42:32 PM Report
very intense writing, Chirstin this is very good!
Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on May 1, 2006 08:27:10 AM Report
Dear Christin-
A very descriptional piece of writing here!
Best Wishes to You and Yours~
Comment By: FreeKAREN on April 30, 2006 10:35:06 PM Report
Horror indeed! Scary to think that in some ways he always does come back, doesnt he???



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