Two Sentence Tuesday #35

            Every time she watched the golden morning sun climb the horizon, she was crazy enough to believe that anything was possible. Whenever she had watched that weary sun set, however, she couldn’t help but feel she had been wrong.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #3

Dev and Anna lounged passionately on the muggy apartment rooftop beneath the moon, the stars, and the sparkling city skyline.

"Perfect," Dev thought as he slipped the humble box from his pocket.

Nighttime Drive

Nighttime Drive

Misty tangerine

Explosions in onyx clouds…

A storm’s rolling in.

Moonlight

Moonlight

Glowing ball of pale, blue light

Casts a ghostly corona

Against the inky, velvet curtain,

As I’m enveloped

In the nighttime’s ethereal spark.

My senses come alive, tonight…

I smell the waving barley

Growing in a faraway field;

I hear the hooting owls

A mile from where my boots rest;

I see the tadpoles swimming

At the bottom of the murky pond;

I taste… I taste… blood… in the air.

I’m lost to my infernal damnation,

I’m crazed, convulsing…

My own blood burns by moonlight’s flame,

Tearing at my searing flesh,

Transformation taking over…

Ripping, writhing, howling, growling,

Fangs and claws and matted fur…

I’ve cast my human being aside,

I’m beastly, rabid… ravenous,

And tonight… I’m on the prowl.

Don't Look Back

Don’t Look Back
By Brandon Palzkill

Thump, thump… thump, thump…

The woman makes her way home

after a long day;

thump, thump… thump, thump…

She walks down the sidewalk,

enveloped by the darkness;

thump, thump… thump, thump…

She walks alone,

but is she alone?

thump, thump, thump, thump...

The pavement pounds behind her,

echoing steps drawing nearer;

thump, thump, thump, thump…

She wants to turn and look behind,

but can’t bear what’s waiting;

thump, thump, thump, thump…

She quickens her pace,

trying to catch her speeding heart;

thumpthumpthumpthump…

Her follower matches her,

drawing nearer still;

thumpthumpthumpthump…

Breaking into a run,

hoping to outrace the devil;

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP…

She panics, she screams;

does no one hear her?

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP…

It’s too late, it’s caught her;

she turns to meet her fate;

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP…

Nothing… nothing at all;

how could that be?

thump, thump, thump, thump…

She must have imagined it,

an auditory hallucination;

thump, thump, thump, thump…

Warm, glowing, blessed relief;

all is we-

thump, thump, thu…

Going Back Inside

Going Back Inside

By Brandon Palzkill     

Premature nighttime

falls on a colder day…

Summer has ended.

City Sunset

City Sunset

By Brandon Palzkill

Beyond the window, through the glass,

I watch the golden sun go down.

It sinks below the endless ground

as darkness spreads across the grass.

The nighttime adds a touch of class

as lights ignite the busy town,

beyond the window, through the glass,

I watch the golden sun go down.

And there, a strolling lad and lass;

she, in her resplendent gown,

he, in trousers, neat and brown;

lost to shadow, once they pass;

beyond the window, through the glass.