Monika Nelis-Dupont
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train of thought
Clackaty clack clackaty clack clackaty clack, The monotonous drone of the tracks slowly make their way into my ears. I am aroused from my sleep from a gentle rocking motion, opening my eyes I see that I am in a train car. Sitting in a leather bound seat, a coffee mug is placed in front of me on the wooden table. The luxurious carpeting and tapestries that embellish the train car liven up the place with their bright colors. I yawn and stretch, taking a chance to look around at the empty surroundings. There was no one else in the train besides myself. Looking out the window I was startled to see nothing but stars. Galaxies and nebulous swirling around outside of the pane of glass. They wiz by, stars and comets alike, and what’s this? There are giant spheres of bright colours approaching the train.
By Monika Nelis-Dupont3 years ago in Fiction
The bloody bride
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its flame flickered on the windowsill, casting an eerie glow across the abandoned wooden walls. Celine watched from the outside as it danced in the quiet night air. She had heard the stories her friends talked about around the campfire, the dark tales of a murdered bride haunting the cabin in its midnight hours. The foggy night air causes the candle’s light to pass over Celine’s form in a soft yet eerie glow. Celine approached the front door of the cabin and gently placed a hand against the cold steel of the door handle. Grasping it, she gave the door a shove as it creaked open. Dust billowed across the old living room, awakening the space from its slumber.
By Monika Nelis-Dupont4 years ago in Horror
Summer night s’mores
Summer Night S’mores The sensational sounds of the circadian rhythm of the night echoed through the warm summertime air. The crickets and frogs sang to the full moon rising in the sky. As the last wisps of the sunset fade away, the soft hooting of an owl could be heard echoing through the forest. I watched as the soft pinks and oranges fade into the starstreaked sky of twilight as the fire’s soft glow flickered across the grass.
By Monika Nelis-Dupont4 years ago in Families
