Room 675 – Red Horizons Hotel

Where the horror extends past Halloween night

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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

Touches of Heaven

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

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“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! 🙂

From Faraway, with Love

Love Knows No Distance

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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. 🙂

Marooned

A gibberish poem by glassEyed

I am made of gibberish

Gibberish cells

Gibberish tissues

Gibberish particles

Gibberish ideas

Gibberish tastes;

It began with me breathing in gibberish,

The way one drinks in reality –

Hesitantly, hesitantly,

Inevitably.

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 –

Willingly, willingly,

Inevitably.

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.

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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.

 

Dead Silence

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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

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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.

Thank you *high five!*

Made it into the Wattys 2018 Longlist

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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.

Screenshot_2018-09-01-06-32-29(2)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.

 

Fond Memories

Oh, where can my doggy be?

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Finding leads
On where my doggy could be.
No one seems to know
Dead or alive; where is he?

Missing my best friend:
Emotions evoking
Memories
Of calm little doggy
Running up to greet me,
In my constant company.
Extinguish not the lamp,
Searching must go on.

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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.

For more poetry, please click here.

 

In Peace

A serene acrostic poem by yours truly

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In the peaceful air
No trouble, all is good.

Puppy sits still,
Enjoying
All that nature has to offer,
Calm and content in
Enchanting purple blooms

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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.

For more poetry, please click here.

Thanks for coming and I hope to see you again soon. 🙂

Walking under moonlight

A moonlit poem by reet72

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I take a walk on the garden path,
a beautiful moonlit night.
The day’s troubles all forgotten,
a walk makes everything right.

Birds rest in their nests,
tired after day long journey.
In a honeycomb on a treetop,
the bees stop making honey.

Cold fragrant breeze slowly blows,
and water ripples in the lily pond.
I breathe the air smelling of roses,
and see the swaying marigolds.

The moon dances in the pond,
Wow! What a beautiful sight!
Silence of night broken by
the echo of bright moonlight.

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Credits: ‘Walking under moonlight’ from reet72’s collection, ‘Whispers of the heart‘ © reet72 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with reet72’s blessing and permission. | All images in this post are used under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.

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Hi everyone,

I’d just like to tell you that I will be away this week and will return soon with great content for all to enjoy. In the mean time, I do hope you enjoyed this beautiful poem above by my friend, reet72.

Sorry for the inconvenience, thank you all for your continuous support, and have a great day. God bless.

Yours truly,
Angel

Second Wind

Is life getting you down? Here’s a haiku to pick you back up.

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Under grey storm clouds,
We continue with our sails
Onwards and upwards

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This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this contest, participants are required to write a haiku 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.

For more poetry, please click here.

Thanks for coming and I hope to see you again soon. 🙂