www.whyville.net Mar 13, 2005 Weekly Issue



mandyf194
Whyville Poet

The call of nature

Users' Rating
Rate this article
 
FRONT PAGE
CREATIVE WRITING
SCIENCE
HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC

One cold Halloween night,
As the crisp October wind slashed against my face,
The full moon rising in the sky,
A wolf in the nearby distance howled.
I stood alone.

Amidst the marble and worn tombstones,
I remained to meet my fate.

The golden and red trees swayed,
As the wind rushed through the scattered leaves.
The leaves rattled under the great power of the wind.
"This is pretty cold for an October night," I pondered,
But paid no mind, and began to wander.

As I strolled among the graves,
As I glanced about them.

Some were new,
Some were tattered,
And among them,
Flowers scattered.

Gifts from loved ones,
Friends and foes,
And some people
They'd never know.

The hours passed,
It was ten o' clock, a few minutes past.

I knew I must wait until dawn
To leave this dreadful place,
But I should make myself at home,
For tonight, it would be so.

It became much too dark to see.
I could barely see the path that I was taking.

Out there,
Amongst the trees, bushes and scattered leaves,
I heard the screeching of a raven.

I wandered about, attempting to locate this nuisance.
And as my attempts continued to fail,
I began to lose my mind.
This unbearable screeching had to stop!

I hurled a stone
Into the darkness; I heard a screech,
Somewhat louder than before,
Then the scatter and crackle of leaves.
It had fallen.

I laughed manically, until a dark black blur flew into my terrified face
Before I could react,
Pecking that felt like a thousand needles being driven into my face
Were the congratulations I received...
Then,
As quickly as the pain came,
It began to deplete.
The raven had parted.

I didn't dare touch my face,
If I did, I would flinch at the slightest touch.
I glanced at my watch again:
Half past three.
"I'm almost finished!" I thought to myself.
Until sleep overtook me,
And took me out of that dreadful place.

At dawn, I awakened, only to find my task was completed,
With flying colors may I add!
I strolled out of that rusty gate that squeaked when you touched it
As a new person.
If no one believes my story,
I'll just say,
"I've got the bites to prove it!"

 

Did you like this article?
1 Star = Bleh.5 Stars = Props!
Rate it!
Ymail this article to a friend.
Discuss this article in the Forums.

  Back to front page


times@whyville.net
5061