Walked On Down The Hall

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – For Your Consideration:  “In For The Long Hall(way)”
You are presented with a long hallway. At the end of it is a door. There is something behind that door that you anticipate. Or that you dread.
Begin your story or poem with:


The hallway was silent. Black
and white opposing diamonds
gave the illusion that
the floor narrowed
to where last door stood
facing me. Floor to ceiling
doors lined one wall. Behind
smooth glass of each,
medical supplies filled
the shelves. Someone’s
strange idea of a private
hospital–not cheery. Hallway
had the permeating odor
of cleaning supplies, polished wood,
glass spray, and ammonia-
scented disinfectant. On
left side, shelves were stacked
with books, titles obscured.
Walking with trepidation,
I approached the door. As I
was about to knock, a blood/
bone chilling scream echoed
down the hallway.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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