I am being dragged My feet splayed out behind me scuffing the tips of my boots A small cloud of dust encompasses me as I hold on for all I am worth There are days when I have control of the thing and days like today when I do not I knew its course It had been targeting my antagonist for some time I wanted him dead too But not now Not yet To my amazement it struck without hesitation Dragging me through the blood and the gore I had no choice but to become part of the appalling onslaught The cursor savored the joy within the protagonist as it ends the life of the villain The cursor has won Today I’m breathless my pulse is pounding I finally release my hold on the cursor My hands shake as I add the final period End of scene Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson *With it being close to Halloween, I thought this might be a fun post to repeat. I hope you enjoyed this.
Tag: dark
#NaPoWriMo-Day 29-Darkness-Reprised
Materializing
from the deep darkness
of a hollowing
sadness
Insistent
and desperate
This lifeless
labyrinth
born of an
aching emptiness
and broken pieces
you left
behind
has not
stopped me
from
seeking the light
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*I must give credit to Chuck at the Reluctant Poet for this reprisal. He saw a brighter version of what was once a very dark poem. Thank you for your help and encouragement, Chuck. ❤
Premature Murder
I am being dragged
My feet splayed out behind me
scuffing the tips of my boots
A small cloud of dust
encompasses me
as I hold on
for all I am worth
There are days when I have control
of the thing
and days
like today
when I do not
I knew its course
It had been targeting my antagonist
for some time
I wanted him dead too
But not now
Not yet
To my amazement
it struck
without hesitation
Dragging me
through the blood and the gore
I had no choice
but to become part
of the appalling onslaught
The cursor savored
the joy
within the protagonist
as it ends the life of
the villain
The cursor has won
Today
I’m breathless
my pulse is pounding
I finally release my hold
on the cursor
My hands shake
as I add the final period
End of scene
Copyright © 2018 Penny WilsonDark Caress
Daylight
brushes the shadows aside
My ebony shield
is gone
The light of day
exposes
my wounds
The world
sees
Dark Heart #writephoto – Crow
**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. You can find out all about the fun on her page HERE.
Dark Heart —
A heart dark as night
You cut to the quick
With a tongue
Sharp like a knife
I will not
Speak your name
Bitter in my mouth
Like a foul pill
Your soul
dirties my memory
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
#writephoto – Mists
** This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt that you can find out about Here.
The mist lay across the valley like a shroud. Although the sun was up, there was no warmth. Its glow was weak, like the struggling vegetation it tried to illuminate. The mists hid evil in it’s embrace.
My bare feet were wet from the dew laden grass as I crossed the field. I must hurry. I was taking a great risk at this time of day. Once the sun gained its strength, they would come.
In my haste I slipped and fell, the pitiful apples I was able to collect for our nourishment went sprawling in front of me. As quickly as I could, on my hands and knees, I swept the apples into the small wooden pail.
Sacrifice
I always knew there was something Dark in you. Then the day came when you revealed your true self.
You didn’t see me hidden in the dark as I followed you.
Your rituals, rehearsed and practiced millions of times. Would I die for seeing them?
You raise your hands and the people fall silent. Did I see worship in their eyes?
The danger of my curiosity now realized, I shrank back from the glow of the fire.
You raise your face to the heavens, the fire glow turning your skin crimson.
With a booming voice that I did not recognize, you said “Bring the sacrifice forward!”
Suddenly there were hands on me, pulling me up and dragging me, stumbling, toward the fire.
My curiosity always did get me into trouble.
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
The Dark Side
It surprises me what ends up on the page when I start writing. Sometimes I have a specific idea in mind and other times I don’t. The cursor takes over. I’m just along for the ride.
The feeling is intoxicating and exhilarating. When things are flowing, it’s just magic. It’s a high like no other.
I’ve written a few things lately that I would call dark. There are times when I look back over the page and am shocked at how dark it becomes.
My WIP has morphed into something much darker than what it started out. But it’s good! (evil grin as I rub my hands together)
Apparently, I have a Dark Side. But it’s Fun being the Bad guy!
How do you feel about your Dark characters?
U – Unseen
U – Unseen
Head up, shoulders back.
The water is a bitter drink, the air, like daggers tear at her heart.
She pushes back; those unseen dragons weigh heavily.
She has the resolve of the Ancients. Her battle will forge the way.
Her daughter and her daughter after that will also chase the darkness.
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