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15/09/2024

Timeshift 2024
In the year 2024, the world as we knew it had ended. The once bustling city was now a desolate wasteland, with crumbling buildings and empty streets. The night was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of debris in the wind. It was the night the clocks were supposed to go back, marking the end of daylight saving time, but time seemed irrelevant in this post-apocalyptic world.
John, a lone wanderer, trudged through the ruins, his mind heavy with memories of a life that once was. As he walked, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Suddenly, from the shadows, an odd fellow emerged. He was dressed in tattered clothes, but his eyes sparkled with an otherworldly light.
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14/06/2024

This will probably be one of the last pieces I publish here simply because when I do this it becomes a shared property with FB and I do not want to do that any more. There is no picture with this because I hope the words paint their own image. Please enjoy and know that after this all my work will be found on Short Story Lovers.
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I Asked A Rose About The Cycle Of Its Life

Once upon a time, in a lush garden filled with the chatter of leaves and the whispers of petals, there was a rose named Rosalind. She was known for her vibrant crimson hue and the wisdom that seemed to sparkle from her dew-kissed bloom.

"Good morning, Rosalind!" greeted the sun, stretching its golden rays over the horizon.

"Ah, dear Sun, your warmth brings me joy," Rosalind replied, her petals unfurling with delight.

A curious little girl, Lily, often visited the garden. One day, she approached Rosalind with a question that had been tickling her mind. "Rosalind, you're so beautiful. Can you tell me about the cycle of your life?"

Rosalind chuckled, a soft rustle of leaves. "Of course, dear child. It all begins with a dance, a dance of elements. The earth cradles my seed, the water nourishes it, and you, Sun, shower me with life-giving kisses."

Lily listened intently as Rosalind continued. "Then comes the sprout, tiny and green, reaching out to the world. I grow, I stretch, I reach for the sky until one day, I bloom. My petals unfurl, and I share my beauty with the world."

"But what happens after you bloom?" Lily asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Well," Rosalind sighed, "I bask in the glory of the sun, I sway with the wind, and I dance in the rain. But as the days pass, my petals, once vibrant, begin to fade. They wither, they droop, and gently, they fall to the ground."

"That's so sad," Lily frowned.

"Not at all," Rosalind reassured her. "For even as my petals fall, they return to the earth, enriching it. And from the earth, new life will spring. The cycle continues, and in that way, I am eternal."

Lily smiled, a new understanding dawning on her. "Thank you, Rosalind. You've taught me that there is beauty in every stage of life."

And so, with the wisdom of the rose etched in her heart, Lily danced away, ready to embrace the cycles of her own life.

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28/05/2024

This is a must read for everyone.
The Boney
A Donald Harry Roberts Twisted Parody
Part One
A Macabre Predicament
Cross Bones was an anomaly in the realm of the skeletal. He was a creature of curiosity, a jester in the face of death, and a possessor of a heart of gold - metaphorically, of course. For he was but a skeleton, devoid of organs, yet he fancied the idea of a heart nestled within his ribcage, unseen but ever-present.
His abode was a crypt in the hamlet of the Graveyard, a desolate and somber corner in the land of Cemetery. The Graveyard was a haven for the undead - skeletons, zombies, phantoms, and other creatures of the night. Their ruler was the Bone King, a despotic skeleton adorned with a crown of skulls and a cape woven from cobwebs. The Bone King was a tyrant, taxing his subjects for every bone in their bodies.
Cross Bones loathed the Bone King. He yearned for freedom, to escape the confines of the Graveyard and explore the world beyond Cemetery. He had heard tales of lands where beings of flesh and blood resided, where colors were vibrant, sounds were melodious, and scents were intoxicating. He longed to traverse these lands, to experience joy and form bonds.
But he knew it was a futile dream. The Bone King had decreed that none shall leave Cemetery, and his guards kept a vigilant watch at every exit. Any who dared to defy were seized and cast into the Dungeon of Doom, where they were subjected to torment until they shattered.
Cross Bones sighed, gazing out of his crypt window at the ashen sky, the skeletal trees, and the tombstones scattered across the landscape. He was restless, yearning for a change in his monotonous existence.
He couldn’t even imagine his wish was on the brink of becoming reality.
Then!
As Cross Bones prepared for his eternal slumber, a knock echoed from his crypt door. Puzzled by the late-night visitor, he rose from his coffin and opened the door.
A sight most peculiar greeted him. A woman, or what once was a woman, stood before him. Her skin was pallid, her eyes hollow, and her hair a cascade of midnight. She was clad in a tattered dress and a cloak of raven feathers. A staff topped with a skull was in her hand, and a crow perched on her shoulder.
She was a cadaver witch, a rare and potent entity in Cemetery. It was said they could manipulate life and death and commune with the spirits of the departed.
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20/02/2024

All Roads Lead to Ghoultropolis Nights and Count Vamplock Tombs and other Ghoulish Stories
1: Ghoultropolis: https://sites.google.com/view/ghoulhattan-nights/home

2:Count Vamplock Tombs: https://sites.google.com/view/ghoulhattan-nights/the-new-adventures-of-count-vamolock-tombs

3: https://sites.google.com/view/ghoulhattan-nights/the-floating-coffin-cafe

And Coming Soon, Scary Graveson: Chapter One: https://sites.google.com/view/ghoulhattan-nights/scary-graveson

24/06/2023

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