A House

The candle is consumed. Darkness reigns. The heavy hailstorm hits the windows, and the wind weeps and creaks through the shutters. When the doors slam, a fugitive flash of ghost dances and vanishes in crazy laughter. The torn paintings on the walls bleed. On the kitchen table, the knife and the cleaver glisten. And on the front gate, a hanging panel: for sale.

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Poet Tellaferro

Date: 12/12/2023 4:37:00 PM

Nice! Need to let this one sink in.

A. Ormulyce
Date: 12/12/2023 4:51:00 PM

Thank you so much for reading. Glad you liked it.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 12/12/2023 10:37:00 AM

Your poem masterfully conjures a vivid and haunting atmosphere, where each element—the storm, the wind, the ghostly laughter—intertwines to evoke a sense of eerie desolation. The imagery is striking and evocative, painting a scene that lingers in the mind long after the words have been read. - Blessings, Daniel

A. Ormulyce
Date: 12/12/2023 3:56:00 PM

Thank you so much for reading. Your comment means a lot.

Tonye George

Date: 12/12/2023 7:40:00 AM

"A hanging panel for sale". I loved the bloody activities happening in the house but I want to sleep soundly after work stress, so no, I'm not buying.

A. Ormulyce
Date: 12/12/2023 3:56:00 PM

Thank you so much for reading. I love your comment :)

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 6/16/2023 10:22:00 AM

Hello A. Ormulvce, it is nice to meet you. This sounds haunting. I would not buy the house. Would you buy the house? Enjoy your day my friend./Darlene\

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/17/2023 11:07:00 AM

Hello A.Ormulvce, Ido not think anyone would buy th\t house. Enjoy your day my friend./Darlene\

A. Ormulyce
Date: 6/16/2023 11:42:00 PM

Thank you so much. The price is a bit too expensive for me ;) Enjoy your day, too.