5th Sister Dreaming: October 24, 2011

I am battling evil. The devil and his minions are disguised as Mafia hit men. I've been taken hostage and do my best to fight back. Every punch I throw, every uppercut I attempt, is thwarted by a force field of sorts. She laughs (yes...evil can be female), mocking me. I grab my knife and slice at her wrists...despite feeling the blade cutting through her flesh, she barely bleeds. I realize she will die a slow death. But the devil, himself, is elusive. 

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The exoskeleton of some creepy crawly creature falls from his bangs. It is all very curious. Upon further inspection, the infestation is inside his head, not his hair.

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I am taking the rocky path down to the water's edge. Fear grips me. The alligator is there. He has his attention solely on me. He watches my every move, poised for the attack. No one else seems concerned or even notices that he is there. 

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Part 1: 39 people and 39 cats live within the house. I  have lived there forever, alone. It was nice to have company, although most of them were students from the medical center. The new owner was there inspecting the place. She wanted to restore the home to its original beauty. 


Part 2: I warn my roommates not to go into the loft. It was haunted. Of course I follow them up the steps. Several people were already there, studying. Evil enters as a storm begins to brew. Evil wants to destroy the groundbreaking work being done in the upper room. 

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Does anyone else notice a theme here?

Alphabe-Thursday: Nighthawks and Nightingales

Nightmare is the nighthawk,

nefarious, nesting near

gnawing at necrotic flesh

from heart immobile with fear

Nightingale, nature’s love song

whose nuanced notes shall heal

nursing neglected wounds

narcotic for memories revealed

The nemesis that is Nighthawk

is necessary, though painful he can be

nibbling away those damaged parts

is necessity to becoming free

Way made clear for Nightingale

 nurturing numb-struck soul

nimbly mending a once tattered life
a novel mosaic: uniquely, newly whole

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Flash Friday 55: Child's Nightmare

Nightmares haunted her…
She needed a trusted adult,

Unfortunately, those in her life were anything but.

What about others?

The lifeguard?  Too busy working her whistle.

The friendly old lady next door?  Hard of hearing.

The babysitter retaliated,

imprisoning her within confines

of a grubby, grimy playpen.

She vowed then, someday, somehow, she would escape. 

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I am participating in Flash Friday 55, a meme hosted by our very own Mr. Know it All (aka G-Man). The purpose is to write a story or prose in exactly 55 words, no more, no less. Care to join the fun? Just link up in G-Man's comment section.

Alphabe-Thursday: N is for Nocturne

The Nocturne plays on...

in Nonsensical dreams.

Dreamy Notes

Nursing Necrotic wounds

that are Now Numb

from Neglect.

Nightmares,

Naked and raw

become Nightly Nemesis.

Neurosis Nurtured,

Nourished by

Narcotic Nectar...

Niggling ever so Near.

And so,

the Nocturne plays on...