Edge of Nightmares — Teaser

“Fa…,” she coughed. “Arkmenos. I have done such awful things in my life and I just can’t do it anymore. I am watching young women and men have their lives ruined because the people I work for and with are depraved individuals.”

 

She puts her face in her hands and starts crying.

 

“These…creatures…I can’t call them people because neither of them are human…are horrible….HORRIBLE. One of them is a Naga who can now walk like a human thanks to this female half-demon…..” She pauses and looks up at me, a pained look crossing her face.

 

“I..I’m sorry, I know you are half-demon but you aren’t like …her….” She shakes her head, closing her eyes and then opening them again. “Come to think of it, “ she sniffles a little, “you looks somewhat like her. Not that I’m saying that you all look alike because I know from experience you don’t, but wow, the resemblance…”

 

My eyes widen at her words.

 

“What is this half-demon’s name?”

 

She swallows hard, leans in close, and whispers, “Rovari. I daren’t say her name loudly, I’d be afraid she’d hear me and show up here.”

 

I startle a bit as she confirmed my fear. I look at her and watch as her eyes look like a deer caught in headlights, and she moves like she’s about to bolt like a scared rabbit.

 

“I’m…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I see by the look on your face you know her. I may as well as just have handed myself over to her huh?”

 

“No. Sit. Please.” I reach out and gently touch her wrist to keep her from leaving. “No. You have no worries about her getting to you here..” I sighed. “Yes. I do know her.” I pause, then state the words I hadn’t said in almost five years. “She’s my twin sister.”

 

“Ohhhhh fuuuu…” she coughs, and looks around as a look of guilt crossing her face. “Shit…. DANGIT!” A deep red blush crosses her beautiful cheeks. “SORRY! I forgot where I was for a moment!”

 

I let out a soft chuckle. “It’s fine, really. Worse words have been heard in this chapel Rei. We do not forbid cursing in here, especially when it is a situation like this.  As long as it is not abused, a few shits, damns, and even fucks, are allowed.” I wink at her, hoping it puts her a little bit more at ease.

 

She then lets out an adorable little giggle, which goes into laughter, then moves right into hysterics, until she has slid onto the floor bawling uncontrollably. I move the other pew out of the way and sit next to her, rubbing her back while she lets it all out.

 

Right at this moment, I hear the door open again.

 

“Pastor Arkmenos, we…” The voice of Katherine, our resident former-nun, reaches my ears. I move a little so I can look over the pew Rei and I had been sitting on.

 

“Now is not a good time Katherine. I need you to find one of the others to help you with whatever the boys have done now. Would you please put a “chapel is closed” sign on the doors?  I am helping someone and I need no interruptions.”

 

“Oh my. I’m so sorry Pastor. Can I…” Katherine starts to ask and moves a little bit into the chapel, stopping only when I speak.

 

“No. It’s better you do not get involved with this.” I send a thought into her head. <<Rovari>>  and that was enough for her to give a little gasp, then a nod, closes the door, and I hear the scraping of the closed sign going on the door after a couple of minutes.

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Pattimouse

Well I have been extra prolific this year with poetry. I just published my third volume for the year. That was three times what I have managed before. So I was not expecting to do much else poetry wise this year. I have two children’s stories I want to finish, a novel half written(as Serena), a novella that needs more(again Serena) and two stories due to an anthology I am doing by March. So I was sitting down to work on Serena’s Rust, Gore, and the Junkyard Zombie.

I found myself distracted…and so to clear my mind I started to write out my thoughts. A mental cleansing if you will. Next thing I knew I have seven poems for my next volume. I don’t have any idea of why I have been this inspired, but I am not going to complain.

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Friday Fantasy ~ Winged Flight – #poetry #fairies

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Hello and Welcome!

Love this! Thank you for sharing what started your journey!!

Lois Joy Wetherington

This whole journey began because of an old MacIntosh computer, my Mother and a report that she wanted me to write during the two years that I was home schooled, during junior high.

Mom had pulled me out of my public school after sixth grade, because of many factors, though bullying was a large one, and home schooled me through eighth grade.

So, sometime during seventh grade, she sat me down in front of this MacIntosh that she had for freelance work with the local newspapers.  Up to this point, I was able to write a cramped and crabbed run-on sentence that tried to masquerade itself as a paragraph.

So, I wrote the report.  I don’t remember what it was about any more.  What I do remember, is the next day I sat back down at this computer and poured out a story that was ten pages long.

And the…

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A Letter to My Book(s)

This is just some powerful writing. SO freaking heartfelt and heart-wrenching. The woman that wrote this is an amazing writer and just a wonderful woman in general, always doing for others. Love this girl and LOVE YOU! ❤

Inner Journey ~ #DailyHaikuChallenge #poetry

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


Let me light the way

Guiding your inner journey

Through the darker times

Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 267/365

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Wordless Wednesday ~ The Mighty Bald Eagle

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Scroll down to see more photos of the beautiful symbol of the United States of America!

These photos were taken at Turtle Back Zoo in West Orange, NJ

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Word Library

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Need help with finding good words to use in your writing? Check out Georgina Kane’s Word Library

 

Fragrance ~ #DailyHaikuChallenge

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


She scented the air

Her subtle smell lingering

With true love’s fragrance

Daily Haiku Challenge ~ Day 265/365 Only 100 more to go!
Fragrance

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Life stories 

Pattimouse

How many times have you found yourself thinking about the past? I am guilty of doing it often. We are all a collection of stories, some that we do not tell. The reason why we don’t varies some, depending upon the story. Some we are ashamed of, some we think are going to be boring to the world around us.

I am finding out that sometimes those stories are more interesting than we realize. I try to be open about my history and tell my stories, but some of them do not really sit on the mind as something that I need to tell. Yet, each of them are a part of who I am. I am a unique individual who has seen some of the darkness that lives in the heart of man. I am a survivor who has learned to make do with what I have. And I…

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