Room 675 – Red Horizons Hotel

August just found this out a few days ago — That according to his obituary, he is to be buried tomorrow: November 3rd, 2018 (a day shy of his 55th birthday). Find out what really happened to him when he checked into the Red Horizons hotel right here.

August’s story has been submitted as a contest entry for THE KEY thanks to the @storytellerssaloon on Wattpad. He’d also like to let you know that he appreciates being heard from where he is and we both thank you in advance for reading his story.

If you like what you read, please feel free to vote. Thank you for your time and if you’ve celebrated halloween, please let me know in the comments how yours went. 🙂

See you again soon.

Love from us both,
       Angel and August

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Strokes Of Passion

‘Strokes of Passion‘ – A small poetry collection by Haunting Angel

Hi everyone,

How’s everyone doing? 🙂

Thank you so much for all the support and love you’ve given my poetry so far. This was a long time coming but I’m so happy it’s finally here. I’ve decided to gather up a handful of poems from what I’ve posted on this blog so far and put it in a Wattpad book for those of you who prefer that platform. I have arranged these poems into a thematic series that explores the ups and downs between losing one’s voice and the triumph of finding the creative power within.

From wingless birds to creative masters – voices can be silenced but there is nothing that can stop wild imagination when it strikes.

You’ve all been wonderful people and I don’t think I would have the guts to do this without your enthusiasm. So thank you once again and please enjoy. There will be more to come so please follow and stay tuned for more updates.

God bless and have a nice day!

Yours truly,
Angel

Cover photo credits: ‘Garden of Memories‘ by William Cho is part of this derivative work called ‘Strokes of Passion (Cover)’ used under CC BY 2.0. The other photos used in this work were in public domain and required no attribution.

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Windy night
Lights flicker
Creature howls
Bones shiver

Thunder strikes
Down a tree
Power’s out
The phone rings

Stranger’s voice
Creaking door
Slam! I’m trapped
Set me free!

Silence In The Trees

Around the neighbourhood
Birds perched up on the trees
Silent, still they stood
It caused me some unease

“Why do you not sing?”
I asked one in colour green
“It’s the early morning,
I brought you your favourite bean.”

Though he was suspicious,
The bird could not resist
He perched himself on my hand,
Delivered me the gist

“Why do we have a voice
When none can say a word
Without the fear of wrong
Or being overheard?

“Make-believe or truth,
A falsehood or a lie,
Offend the silence in the wind,
and we might never fly.”

Before he could have finished,
A dreadful sight deterred,
Falling from the tree above
Was a wingless bird

Photo credit: This work, ‘Silence In The Trees (Cover)’, is a derivative of ‘Birds‘ by Orangeaurochs used under CC BY 2.0.