You walk through the spooky field,
Were nothing can be concealed.
It's all dark and foggy,
And you feel a little groggy.
It's so misty and cold,
You have nothing to hold.
You can hear foot steps,
Down into the deep depths.
You keep walking quicker,
As the fog slowly gets thicker.
The bare trees make shadows,
The form they take is very narrow.
Your heart is pounding,
And you hear an echo sounding.
You turn around but nothing is there,
You feel a little despair.
You turn down a road,
And people are speaking in code.
You dont understand a tone,
All you can hear is moans.
You're almost home,
Free from the roam.
You keep hearing noises,
You asure yourself that they are only voices.
You finally reach your house,
Your flames of adventure are doused.
That was your long walk home,
You're now free from your roam.
Copyright: Karlie67 : 2007.
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Comments
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I know what you think about your own writes, but you have come a long way.
Keep up the good work buddy
All the best in the contest
Ken
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Thank you for your scary, long walk home, thanks for entering and good luck
in my contest.
PL
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Walking in the dark, sometimes the sounds are real but if footsteps come up on me...
I scare the hell out of them. Learn the sounds of beasts and there is nothing to fear but a gun.
I once made a guy dance around on his toes for 3 or 4 minutes just because I growled at him for
sneaking up on me, I felt bad I didn’t mean to scare him but if you scare me, watch out!
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