I do NOT like this theme.
I HATE it to inny mini bits.
I have never, I repeat, NEVER, been a fan of horror stories. And unlikely EVER to be.
The last "horror" movie, or series, I watched is XXX Holic. And THAT to most people isn't even horror at all!
Oh and what I'm writing is inspired by that series by the way. The moment I heard this next theme I thought of the series, and I did say before that when it comes to writing, I act on my first instincts.
Call me a copycat if you want. I have absolutely no intention to delve deeper into this subject. I am already scaring the crap out of myself while drafting out this story-poem.
Please pray for my sake that you will see less of these horror-related themes in the future. Or I may just
CRACK
The Bride in White
***
She walked past in front of me...
A sight lovely to behold...
But in such a place... It's just odd.
The sight of her disturbed my thoughts.
A year later...
I walked home again...
When I reached the crossroads...
I froze on the spot.
The very same bride...
In the same gown so white...
This time I'm sure...
She is no ordinary person.
She walked ahead past my face...
Towards a church that is not there...
This time she gazed at me,
And I saw... Sinister eyes.
I was so scared,
I dared not sleep that night.
A year passed again.
This time, I brought a friend.
Today, I did not see her.
But she continued haunting my thoughts.
I stood alone at the crossroads,
Thinking... Why... Of all odds?
I went on home,
Thankful she left me alone.
But I still felt disturbed...
Remembering the last time we met.
She walked past my friend and I,
Still in her gown... Sinisterly divine...
I consulted my friend.
She said......
"What bride?"
I HATE it to inny mini bits.
I have never, I repeat, NEVER, been a fan of horror stories. And unlikely EVER to be.
The last "horror" movie, or series, I watched is XXX Holic. And THAT to most people isn't even horror at all!
Oh and what I'm writing is inspired by that series by the way. The moment I heard this next theme I thought of the series, and I did say before that when it comes to writing, I act on my first instincts.
Call me a copycat if you want. I have absolutely no intention to delve deeper into this subject. I am already scaring the crap out of myself while drafting out this story-poem.
Please pray for my sake that you will see less of these horror-related themes in the future. Or I may just
CRACK
The Bride in White
***
Today... I turn nineteen...
It should be a day to celebrate...
But I have been dreading this day every year...
Since the same day three years back.
I remember skipping home happily from school...
Carrying an armful of presents.
When I reached the crossroads...
I saw her.
A beautiful bride...
Tall and slender...
Dressed all in white...
Roses in her hands so tender.
It should be a day to celebrate...
But I have been dreading this day every year...
Since the same day three years back.
I remember skipping home happily from school...
Carrying an armful of presents.
When I reached the crossroads...
I saw her.
A beautiful bride...
Tall and slender...
Dressed all in white...
Roses in her hands so tender.
She walked past in front of me...
A sight lovely to behold...
But in such a place... It's just odd.
The sight of her disturbed my thoughts.
A year later...
I walked home again...
When I reached the crossroads...
I froze on the spot.
The very same bride...
In the same gown so white...
This time I'm sure...
She is no ordinary person.
She walked ahead past my face...
Towards a church that is not there...
This time she gazed at me,
And I saw... Sinister eyes.
I was so scared,
I dared not sleep that night.
A year passed again.
This time, I brought a friend.
Today, I did not see her.
But she continued haunting my thoughts.
I stood alone at the crossroads,
Thinking... Why... Of all odds?
I went on home,
Thankful she left me alone.
But I still felt disturbed...
Remembering the last time we met.
She walked past my friend and I,
Still in her gown... Sinisterly divine...
I consulted my friend.
She said......
"What bride?"