Where the horror extends past Halloween night
August just found this out a few days ago — That according to his obituary, he is to be buried tomorrow: November 3rd, 2018 (a day shy of his 55th birthday). Find out what really happened to him when he checked into the Red Horizons hotel right here.
August’s story has been submitted as a contest entry for THE KEY thanks to the @storytellerssaloon on Wattpad. He’d also like to let you know that he appreciates being heard from where he is and we both thank you in advance for reading his story.
If you like what you read, please feel free to vote. Thank you for your time and if you’ve celebrated halloween, please let me know in the comments how yours went. 🙂
See you again soon.
Love from us both,
Angel and August
Spread the love, Plant the seed
Telephone calls from old friends – Smiling faces on both ends
Oh yes, the memories were great – A kiss on my very first date
Umbrella in a storm to dread – In a stranger’s hand over my head
Choir of angels, Christmas day – Chicken soup, no need to pay
Hands to lift when you are down – Hot cocoa, love all around
Expect nothing in return – Love’s not something that you earn
Sleepy heads on overtime – Here’s a blanket for the meantime
Out of the darkness, into the light – Soup for an orphan, a kiss goodnight
Frozen grapes in the summer heat – Food when you don’t deserve to eat
Hyacinths and marigolds – Bless those lovely hearts of gold
Everywhere they walk, they go – Each one an unsung hero
A gift with no strings attached – God’s grace can’t be outmatched
Very precious, priceless indeed – When we help each other in need
Encourage someone, do a good deed – Spread the love, plant the seed
New springs bloom for a tomorrow – For a time with much less sorrow
“Touches of Heaven” was the winning poem for week 5 round (acrostic poem) of the 3rd Annual Biggest Conpetition Ever — 2018.
Thank you for coming by. Please leave me your two cents before you go. I’d love to hear from you. Have a great day! 🙂
Love Knows No Distance
Photo credits: This work, “From Faraway, with Love 1”, is a derivative of “bicycle night in the rain” by CLAUDIA DEA used under CC BY 2.0. “From Faraway, with Love 1” is licensed under CC BY 2.0 by Haunting Angel/ Esther Lum.
This poem was submitted as an entry in the Week 4 (13-word poetry) round of the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018 organized by the PoetsPub. So please check it out if you will. Also, if you have any thoughts about this or about what you’d like to see next, please leave me a comment. Thank you all for coming and have a nice day. 🙂
A gibberish poem by glassEyed
I am made of gibberish
It began with me breathing in gibberish,
The way one drinks in reality –
Now I have been named gibberish names
Clothed in gibberish drapes
I speak a gibberish tongue
Draw gibberish on my palms.
See they say to leave you gotta get lost
So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –
Marooned in a world of symmetry,
Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers
Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –
Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence
The way gibberish exists in my existence,
(Seeping through all the pores of my being)
But somehow the world says is non-existent.
Credits: ‘Marooned by glassEyed is an entry for the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018 © glassEyed 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with glassEyed’s blessing and permission. | “Gibberish” is a derivative work made of images under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.
YOU. Yes, you.
Now let me look at you
My brown eyes, dead
but they are open still
My lips don’t part
Not a sound, not a word,
Just a breath of flowers
To cover this corner
Blue, purple, pink, red
Golden rays of sunshine,
Can’t show it on my face;
Can’t contain it in my mind
Make sense of these colours
Or would you call it nonsense?
Call it what you will,
This EXPLOSION in my silence
This poem has been entered into the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever -2018 organized by the PoetsPub. If you liked this poem, please show it some love by voting for it here. This contest is open publicly Wattpad-wide. So if you’re an aspiring poet or would like to try your hand at poetry, this could be the place for you.
Hope you’re all doing fine. Thank you for being so patient. As you have known, it was a long time since my last post…. but I’m back.
Thank you all for being with my on this writing journey. God has blessed me well while I was away. Short update: The Cricket’s Love Song was long-listed for the #Wattys2018 awards but didn’t make it into the short list. That’s okay. Making it into the long list was already very much a reward. Congratulations, 2018 Wattys Shortlisters. Best of luck for the next round.
Being away from writing this long has definitely given me some new perspectives and time to think about what I’ve been doing. So stay tuned and I’ll be back very soon with something for you.
Made it into the Wattys 2018 Longlist
I can’t believe it! THE CRICKET’S LOVE SONG is on the Wattys 2018 longlist. There were 151,767 entries this year and this story made it to the top 784 in the longlist. Even without getting into the shortlist or winning, this in itself will be a memorable achievement in my writing journey.
If you haven’t checked this story out, please do. This young cricket will definitely appreciate your company in his wild journey of finding true love.
That’s all folks. Thank you all so so much and see you next time. God bless you all.
Thank you for stopping by this blog. As some of you might have noticed, I have not posted anything for awhile. This is because a family member of mine has fallen sick with a disease and I am having to deal with a sudden increase in responsibilities at home. To those of you who are into praying, please pray for her to get better. I’d very much like to return to creating stories and poems for you all to enjoy. So please follow or bookmark this blog for further updates. Thanks again, God bless, and have a nice day! 🙂
Oh, where can my doggy be?
On where my doggy could be.
No one seems to know
Dead or alive; where is he?
Missing my best friend:
Of calm little doggy
Running up to greet me,
In my constant company.
Extinguish not the lamp,
Searching must go on.
This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this part of the contest, participants are required to write an acrostic poem about the picture above. If you like this poem, please click here to vote for it. Special thanks to J.Lynne Moore for sending me these pictures.
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