Do you know the story behind this song?
This is by far my personal favorite version of the song:
Do you know the story behind this song?
A short, short creepy story for the Halloween season. Enjoy!
I’ve had a story idea knocking around in my head for a few years, and this past week I’ve decided to act strictly on impulse and just start writing about it. Maybe I’m inspired because it’s October, and it’s Halloween season. Who knows. I’ve always been fascinated by the supernaturals including vampires and werewolves. For the past few years, I’ve watched movies like Daybreakers, The Twilight Saga, and the Underworld series as well as television series such as Teen Wolf (MTV’s version) and Van Helsing (SYFY’s version).
Now, by utilizing Wattpad, I’ve started my own version called, Bloodlust.
This will be a work-in-progress, and there will probably be at least two or three parts to the story broken up into novella-sized books. If I can complete this story, and if the storyline is interesting and unique enough, I just might consider either self-pubbing it, or go the traditional route.
I’ve put together a brief teaser trailer for the story:
Click on the image below to follow the story:
Continuing with horror stories for the Halloween season 🙂 This one I wrote and created a year ago; seems fitting to reshare.
September 11, 2001 changed America. Even after seventeen years, I can’t shake this dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Every time I hear a plane fly overhead. Or, enter a high-rise building. Or, see a fireman walking past me on the street. Certain images and sounds would transport me back to that fateful day.
In fact, I went nearly seventeen years of not stepping foot on an airplane. Until July of this year.
I was born in New York State, and spent the first 30 years of my life there just five hours north of where the World Trade Center once sat. I had just moved to Raleigh, NC (May 2001) when this horrific day took place.
As the events of 9/11 continued to haunt me, I decided to write a micro-story and then turn it into a microfilm, The Bench. In a way, I did this to try and purge some of these feelings of intense sadness and of the anger over what we all had lost that day. I wrote this from a fireman’s perspective drawing upon a specific story I saw on one of the many 9/11 documentaries.
I then realized I could not remember the name of this fireman.
For the next two days, I hunted online for his name as it’d been several years since I last saw his story.
Finally, I found it in this article: Husband and Wife Survive World Trade Center On 9/11
Someone also took the iconic picture of him sitting on the bench when he couldn’t find his wife anywhere—
Although his story had a happier ending, I wrote my story with the thought of so many others who’d lost their loved ones. And even worst, never to have their remains found.
So, let us never forget the sacrifices of all those who died on that day, and continue their legacies into our future generations.
Here is the winning story for the July 6th Story Prompt Challenge!
I wrote this poem not too long ago about my thoughts on nature, and how man tries to imitate it with his own creation. Below you can either read it, or watch in video format.
Beauty and magic
are found in nature
where the urban
only hopes to
of sacred and pure
these peaks stand
This world darker it
grows, compelling me
to the mountains
of what my heart,
soul yearn for
No city or wealth
created by man’s
hands can provide
crafted by earth
Now I understand
the soldiers’ need of
retreat to the
to a place where true
by man’s hands
I’m continuing a series I began on my other blog (Only the Lonely Press), Dead Poets Society, with a poem by Edgar Allan Poe:
Congrats to Marge Simon!
I enjoy creating videos for various poetry, and have started a new series on my You Tube channel called “Dead Poets Society.”
This is my latest one, “Waking in Winter,” by Sylvia Plath:
If you enjoyed that one here are three more: