Tag: cemetery

  • Cemetery

    She always believed in the supernatural  Waited for the ghosts to come  The ones who only ate mackerel   When no one showed, she only felt glum  Never knowing where to turn  And never knowing who to trust  She dove deep into herself  Forever or bust 

  • Footprints

    When I saw the muddy footprints crossing the newly mopped kitchen floor, I was initially furious.  But when I saw the message on the wall, I thought I was hallucinating.  My neighbor had departed from this life six months before and I had yet to fully accept his death.  But the message had to be…

  • Response

  • Beloved Teacher

    “She was a beloved teacher. Who could have done this?” I whispered as I watched the procession lead into the cemetery. Mrs. Rose had been my favorite teacher even though most people didn’t agree with me. Or even believe me when I told them how much she had helped me.  I had not been invited…

  • The Cemetery

    With every move my family made, I was sure to search out the nearest cemetery. Cemeteries were the only place I felt at home. Mainly due to the fact they were the same no matter where I lived. I often made up stories about the names and families I found in cemeteries. What were their…

  • The Graveyard

    As I tiptoed through the cemetery, I was pretty sure someone was watching me. I was certain no one had followed me so whoever it was must have already been here. Waiting.  If I could only get to the other side of the cemetery and to the street, I knew I could make it out.…

  • Music is Magic

    Find out about Ted, his ukulele and the magic it conjures…

  • The Gravestone

    Everything changed the day I found my name and birthdate on the gravestone.  As I stared at the marker, I could feel the bile rise from my stomach.  Everyone knew I came to this cemetery to take photos for my photography profile. But who would go to this extent to put my name, birthdate and…

  • From the Grave

    I knew our life was going to be hell as soon as I saw the shadow.  The shadow of our greatest crime would always be in our background and hanging over our heads.  The only problem being I was the only one who knew about the shadow and knew nothing about it was our fault. …

  • Wardrobe

    “I’m ready to tone down my wardrobe,” I said out loud as I stared at my overstuffed closet.  The problem was that it was not my only clothes that were currently overflowing – shoes, skirts, jackets, sweatshirts, everything.  I racked my brain to try and figure out how I had let my closets get this out of control, but here I…