Bradley glared at the dim dark lamp post. Critters carelessly crawled up the sturdy and solid steel which was steadily supporting the luminous lamp. Cobwebs ambushed the defenceless hut at the side of the lamp post. Moths flew up cobwebs and past the sticky strands as spiders patiently waited for their prey. At the back of the hut was a grand table laying there peacefully as no wildlife disturbed it. Suddenly, a loud thud was heard by Brad coming from behind the door. BASH!
Ominous Square
Bradley glared at the dim dark lamp post. Critters carelessly crawled up the sturdy and solid steel which was steadily supporting the luminous lamp. Cobwebs ambushed the defenceless hut at the side of the lamp post. Moths flew up cobwebs and past the sticky strands as spiders patiently waited for their prey. At the back of the hut was a grand table laying there peacefully as no wildlife disturbed it. Suddenly, a loud thud was heard by Brad coming from behind the door. BASH!
Pumpkin Spirits
Pumpkin flesh oozes as the outer shell gets butchered. Spirits emerge out of orange core. Bundles of seeds huddle up into solid tribes. And the case slowly decomposes on vegetation. Spirits possess movement and actions of the former pumpkin flip your day up side down.
SWISH! The forest wailed vastly as leaf litter ambushed the grubby grimy ground. A crowd of silhouettes jostled while going on a stroll. The party were formed like very tall humans and had 2 colossal fingers on each gnarled hands.CLASH!
Joyful Seasons
Oversized biscuits,
The frosty tire lays still,
The crunch of dry grass,
Smell of barbecue swarms air,
Ice melts lifelessly,
Bubbles fill the air,
Leaves get swept with breeze,
Leaves ambush the muggy ground,
Leaves decay slowly
Flowers bloom as the,
water droplets swiftly breeze,
Flower heads emerge,
Hoisin sauce tingles,
my taste buds with ornate duck,
Pulled pork slowly cooks.
Aged Battered Bike
The lifeless solemn saddle laid on the aged bike,
The vigorous vines woven around the messy bundle,
The rusty rotting wreck rested against the silver birch,
The spider’s silky soft we connected to the ransom,
The tortured tire stood solemnly on the overgrown grass.
Crunchy Dry Leaves
You are a lifeless leaf laying down on the corroded concrete.
You are the bubbles of an aero bar waiting to be exposed.
You are the gritty road waiting to be trod on by motors.
You are the scent of smoky sizzling bacon frantically frying in the pan.
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