Fear stroke my heart when I heard a silent jump into my abode at exactly 2am. I took a quick glimpse around but nothing I see. Rather, I saw a shadow moving in slow toons on the fence. Quickly, I checked to see if Simba was settled somewhere, but, I didn’t see him. Then, I knew he too noticed what I noticed. I smiled in profuse joy when Simba chased the burglar right back over the fence. Before the midnight experience, I knew I was safe because, he is the buckler that made me understand that, as the night was blind, only he could be its eyes.
A great read Ken and pretty eerie must say.
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Thank you 😊😊
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Why do you say it’s eerie?
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Welcome
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Because the poem sounds like that
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Very interesting story… The end is very poetic… This was a really good blend of your poetry and flash fiction… In a way it reminded me of Edgar Allan Poe… Not so much in subject, but structure and style.. Do you have a plan to do more?
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Thank you so much Ambrose, yes of course I’ll write more according to how much spare time i get in a day
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Very interesting.Love it
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Thank you dear
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The last line is superb😁💯💯
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Thank you Joseph
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