Jack Wayne Arnett
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I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.
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The Regency
Lost in the warm winds and dust blowing across the old fields of gold as single light called to my tired eyes. A nice surprise and no alibi to meet my weary mind. Call to me oh wayward spirits of days so far gone, take me in I'll heed your call. A gentle tap I gave the door. Silence fell as the door creaked open. Candle lit aroma filled my senses as a solemn slender figure filled the way. Her pale lit face crept a struggled smile as she bid me welcome. One soul this evening she beckoned? Shall I take your belonging to your room sir? Awe struck that I seemed to be expected, for sometime it felt. From the shadows stepped tall slender man whos eyes seemed to sink deep into his skull as he passed me by with a musty breeze. He took my only bag and vanished hence the shadows he came. Walk with me she beckoned as she took lead to a old oak desk. Tis a special night tonight she gleemed behind a sinister smile. Not to often we have visitors these days. Its been... Well since 1969 last I recall. That's 50 years ago this very day. The day our door was visited by a very special guest who bestowed quite a special gift unto us. She turned a old dusty guest book to me and held out a plume pen, please check in and we'll get the celebration underway she grinned. She pulled out from the lower parts of the old desk a single record disk and placed the platter. The crackling and popping of the music began to fill the air. An old song I recalled from my youth. All along the watchtower played as I began to slowly sign, my mind began to spin. As the last letter printed in the book my mind felt fraught in agony and regret. Welcome to Regency Arms a larger than life figure spoke down to me from the balcony now filled with at least 50 new faces. My mind began to flee, scared of what had become. Why does this place frighten me I so implored! My heart raced and the sounds of welcomes, music and applause filled the air. I wanted so to run. I wanted to escape. I moved to the door and the tall figure stepped in my path. Checking out so soon sir? Several people parted and left open the way. You can of course check out sir. But you may never leave. Your soul calls you here. Cant you hear them calling to you so far away? My mind went places to run. I screamed to escape and I moved to the door, through the portal I hit the floor. Dust fill the air I stood back up. There I was on the lonesome road a sight so strangely familiar. The single beacon called me once again. Darkness surrounds and madness abounds. I find my calling again, and return to that dark beacon of sin and madness. Memory fades as new day dawns, forever more.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
Cruelest Master
Tok tick turn back the clock. Tok tick send me back. Cruelest master time, is love such a crime? You take it all and give none back. All I want is one more day to say I love you one last time. The hour chimes near til the day we can hear the reapers calling. Turn back time I cry! Just another day. Time makes you forget, makes you cover the pain. A long lost lover you could barely recover. Would one more day make me recover or one more day to burn in the loss of what was perfection. This loss is no just cause. Strikes down the whole human race. Running in place but losing the race. We cannot win, for time.... Is the cruelest master.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
Insanity
The fires streak to heaven and fields burn. The earth trembles and man’s lesson is learned. Skies light is a funeral pyre and man’s fate is like a quagmire. Brilliant sounds of alarms as chaos reigns, from up above the hell it rains. Panic stricken run for cover, this is no time to love one another. The beast awoke and death it stroke, the rubble and smoke makes me choke. How could we provoke so many words misspoke? There is no cover and this end to come. Death from above, at least we strike back, assured mutual destruction no one will win. We die with the sin of so many souls taken, mankind is forsaken. A brilliant flash, avert my eyes. Skin burns so hot I nearly forgot. Fall down houses of cards the hot wind blows. Cry out in vain, wreak havoc in pain. I steal one last breath as I lay skyward. My last vision of life like a steel cold knife, the fiery boom of a mushroom cloud. I hope both sides are proud as I try to scream so loud. Within a blink life fades, no more pain. All mankind has gone insane.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
The old Clock Maker
The old clock maker at his dusty old table stares at his masterpiece but finds no measure of joy. Twisted gnarled worked hands shake as he works in a deliberate fervor. Time to the old man is not for him to enjoy. All family, friends and acquaintances are not so permanent. A cold tool fumbles from his grip and crashes to the floor followed by yet another solemn tear. The passing of yet another year. All he ever loved is gone, no one will ever love the quiet clock master again. Foolishly he turns the hands of time backward with just a glimmer of hope that he will yet love again. He will run again and feel the warm sun upon his skin just one more time. But instead he feels the hardened wrench of reality. Time ticks on and the old man lowers his eyes to rest for just a moment. The broken clock begins to tick just as his heart quiets its tireless rhythms. Into memory he goes as the clock ticks away and no cause for all past glories. Left without surrender and no will left to fight. A fall to the ground, no salutes to the old man who would surrender. Now there is no one left to remember. Another passing ship in the darkest November.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
Compelled
Mesmerizing colors of autumn twilight break rays of the dying light upon the entry way. Standing before the majesty of a grand stairway that lingers up twisted dark wood rails stands a solemn figure. No words spoken, just the cold gaze from under old overgrown eyebrows from the figure draped in old grey robes. Stepping at a pace with steady reserve I find a cold steel chill run through me. The old oaken door creeks closed behind me as a faint sound of a bell chimes in the recesses of the upper landing.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Horror
Him and Her
Him: Take my hand and don’t be afraid my dear. Soon we will live together forever in eternity. Like Bonnie and Clyde, it only takes a step and we fly. Don’t fear what’s to come. Come fly with me and we will live forever just you and I. No more pain, no more stares. Like the candle to the wind, life passes and we will be together.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
