Palms start sweating...
My heart starts racing.
I see dead thing fall next to me.
It is dark and scary out here.
There is no life about...
just me...
I'm alone
with all these dead things.
I pull my sweater closer to me,
to keep out the chill
of death.
Oh! What is that?
There is a figure hunched just up ahead.
Oh goodness...
I hope they don't see me.
I creep up behind them...
slowly...
there is a pile of dead things next to them.
My arms reach out and push them into those nasty dead things...
they gasp...
and the pile of fallen leaves crunch.
Author notes
Written October 12th, 2004
A contest entry
- Scare us with a twist... (New Member Contest- October) by AP Greeters.
300 points, ended November 2, 2004, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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good
I liked how you gave it a good twist....great job -
Nice and clever. Just the way it should be. I really liked this one. It had a little suspense to it and ended nicely.
~ John
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Funny how the night and shadows can turn the most innocent of things twisting our imaginations into over-drive. I enjoyed reading this very much. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest.
~Willow~ -
Great write! Scarey leaves, lol, great imagination, and well thought out! Good luck in the contest, Ann
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The sigh of relief at the last line - perfect ending.
Thanks for your entry,
Welcome to AP and good Luck.
~Von~ -
LOL
Looking for the walking dead
Ouch its only tree limbs and leaves
I enjoyed this read and good luck in the contest
Welcome to AP
Hugs
Susan~~ -
this was a lovely piece! Very autumn like as well with the dead leaves wonderful imagery and imagination - definately didn't see the twist coming.
Good luck and thanks for entering
Hayley x x
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