Another Round of Two-Sentence stories

I decided to start making themes for these stories, so today’s theme is ghosts:

  1. graveI used to believe in spirits when I was a child but as I grew up, I started to realize that they were childhood fantasies. Tonight, at sixty years old, I had a reality check when my wife crawled out of her tombstone.

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beach2. We danced by the shores of the sea on warm summer nights, full of love and freedom.  I threw her body from the pier and watched as the sharks cover my crime, I fell to my knees, sobbing, because I knew that tomorrow she would be at the shore again

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3. I look at the moon and count to ten as I hear them getting closer and closer. when the noises stop, I open my eyes, just to see an army of the undead, slowly circling me.

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clock4. The clicking of the clock forever reminds me that time could never stand still. My clock had stopped running twenty years ago and because of that, I don’t know how long I have been dead for.

A Poem of Deceit

 

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A Poem of Deceit :

In the delusions of the unknown,

an illness was hidden behind old myths,

that many blindly believe without question,

leaving to a confused woman, lost in her guilt,

to be tied down and starved until her quick death,

from an exorcism that was wrongly produced,

by priests that were only trying to help,

ruining both their jobs and the girl’s death,

and lead many  to question,

rather the girl was delusional,

or if really possessed.

 

(This is a short poem I did after reading about the Anneliese Michel case. she was murdered by the priest during the exorcism by forced starvation and dehydration. There is an audio clip video that has her speaking in tongues and made many believe this is real. However, her strong religious views crossed with her interest in boys and many believe it was a mental disorder brought on by her guilt of having natural urges. She was in Catholic school in Germany and so it makes sense that she would know pig Latin and other old languages. So rather she was really possessed or had a mental disorder, she sadly died in her early twenties.)