
Day 23 Inktober – Rip
Ripping the RIP apart!
They decided to decorate their lawn as a graveyard for Halloween. Little did they know that the skeleton lying underneath the RIP grave would rip it apart and haunt their night.
Tea and Prose
Day 23 Inktober – Rip
Ripping the RIP apart!
They decided to decorate their lawn as a graveyard for Halloween. Little did they know that the skeleton lying underneath the RIP grave would rip it apart and haunt their night.
Silence of the night
Was broken by a
Shrill distant scream.
A whisper in the darkness of the night
Made me pull my blanket up tight.
I lay inside with eyes wide open
Holding on to my breath.
The bed creaked; sheets rustled.
I shut my eyes.
A whisper again
It said,
Mine!
Haunted castle.
Restless ocean.
Dreary thunderous night.
Dusty curtains.
Lost footsteps.
Creaky wooden floors.
Dirty hingeless doors.
Rusty leaking taps.
Sleepy rabid bats.
Withered old trees.
A rustle on dried leaves.
A shadow with the breeze.
A lacy low-cut red gown.
A gasp.
A silent forgotten scream.
Day 58
Step into the darkness
Hold on to my hand
I will guide you alright.
Heard some whispers?
Never mind them,
Just stay on beside me!
Shadows on the walls,
Crumble of the rocks,
A howling call of the wolf,
Let them not scare you a bit
With my coldness around you
You know you will be just alright.