By Vera Robinson
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Waiting
November 20, 2014
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She sat alone in the dark, waiting by the window to hear the sound of the old pick-up truck. She could hear the loud muffler chug as it pulled up the narrow driveway. She could smell the thick black smoke polluting the air.
The scent was welcoming. She raised herself from the broken chair that creaked like her bones. Her eyes were burning from the fumes, while tears ran down her cheeks. It was the moment she had been waiting for; she was ready. Her driver had finally arrived to take her home.
7:15 PM
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The Screaming Demons
August 21, 2013
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I sprung out of bed, sweating profusely
Smelling unadulterated fear
Experiencing the extremity of despair
With my eyes squeezed painfully tight
I could feel my eyelids brushing my pupils
Screaming demons attacked me
I don’t know if it’s if day or night
It was a hell of a fright, oh what a menacing sight
Red-eyed demons, with leaches on their nostrils
Serrated teeth, with flashes of fire
And melting bones, it is like watching an episode of the
Twilight Zone
Don’t sleep with The Screaming Demons
Demons can not enter this world, unless invited
They disguise themselves in many forms of prey
Pray they go away, and never return
Please don’t let them stay
Release yourself, fly with the angels!
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