Prosery: Maya Angelou
Written for d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/11/prosery-maya-angelou/
Amaya thought she was safe in her home. She had done research to find a neighborhood that had a low crime rate, lots of families, and was close enough to town to be convenient. It wasn’t until the day she arrived home to find the side door open.
Amaya steps out of her car. She thinks she sees the open door but dismisses it, knowing she locks all the doors in the morning before she leaves for work. Walking around the side of the house, she sees that the door is open. Convinced it is the wind, she goes inside and locks the door.
That evening, after retiring to bed, Amaya hears some talking. Even in the dark she can feel and see the evil, for his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream only heard in the darkness locked in her house of dreams.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
The images are so crisp in this little piece.
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Scary!
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Oh, creepy.
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Yes, a nasty nocturne – this one – I like how you’ve built tension through repetition – ‘doors’ ‘house’ ‘locked’ – scary stuff.
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Thank you
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Creepy…. 😨😨😨
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Chilling
Stay safe
Much💟love
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What a thriller! Guess we can all try to write a happy ending?!
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We all need to learn to pay attention! (K)
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Maybe it’s already too late…. but I say,… run for your life
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Right?!!?? It’s like the horror movies where they go to check it all out. WTF! Just get out of there!
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