Challenge Yourself Weekends – In the Dead of Night by Christie Evans

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The Writing Challenge:

Late last night you woke to the sound of someone crying. It was loud and frightening.
You wanted to check it out but there’s something in the room, in the dark, watching you…
Write a very short story of this situation and how you get through it.

 

It was 3:30am on a brisk fall night in Ireland. I was awoken to a loud crying shriek of a noise. Looking out the window the moon was full and bright, almost red. The wind was howling. As I looked around eyes barely functioning but fully dilated, I realize that sound is coming from inside the castle walls. I am now fixed and focused on the dark shadow in front of me. It’s the outline of a female. She is wailing and sobbing immensely. Her face beautiful and almost transparent. When I realize what she is my heart has sunk. She is a banshee, one who cries out in mourning for the dead. As I think to myself, no one has recently died. I didn’t know what to do. So I turned over to the love of my life to wake him for his wise advice. I touch his shoulder gently as to not frighten him. There was no response. So I tried harder to awaken him without any sign of life. My heart sinks again. It is my love the Banshee is crying for. The love of my life lay lifeless beside me and now I now shriek and cry with this Banshee. Heart broken to the core all I can do is say goodbye.

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Original Written Work by Christie Evans

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Disturbed Sleep by Richard Bell

This is for the Freewill Writer’s Asylum inmates with insomnia.

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Insomnia by point23

Under the greatness
that is the night canvas
Tattered in shreds
of silver lit clouds
Everything round me
has closed for a respite
The dead of night whispers
“sleep, cast off your shroud”

Milk in the fridge light
chilled nips in my throat
My dreams have departed
on lantern lit boats
Reality sways
as my mind scape reboots
Insomnia scribbles
What the day never wrote

Pacing a groove in the
carpet’s bare threads
Lumbering bones with a
Mako shark brain
Soft soothing rhythms
rim shots in my ear drums
I can’t pull the cord
that will slow down the train

TV dissolves the last
remnants of dreams
A genie appears
in the whistle cloud steam
He grants me a coffee buzz swirled into cream
Insomnia takes me
Where the day’s never been

Ideas awaken
to conquer rem sleep
The dawn chorus chides me
For not counting sheep
Dreams cast the net
in the unconscious deep
Only my soul
is mine left to keep

Under the greatness that is
the night canvas
Festooned with gold dust
dropped into cassis
My mind is still racing
a blur on the metronome
Slowly I sink into sleep by degrees

The curious remedies
don’t work at all
The nets in the depths
they return to a squall
Plummet to earth when
my plane’s in a stall
Insomnia cushions
When I hit the wall

Insomnia let go
I’m ready to fall.

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Original Written Lyric Poetry by Richard Bell

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