Written for: The Twiglets #272 - shadows of silence At twilight she visits her parent's gravesite. The shadows of silence are of those who have passed. They danced watching their silhouettes on the wall–shadows of silence. his father walks down the hall past his room a shadow of silence In the haunted house he heard a voice speak Chills ran down his body, the house was bleak. He could have run out, he let out a shout when his friend grabbed him, dressed as a sheik. https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/
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HAHAHA! Love the limerick!
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Thanks, Misk!
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Those first three really get me. I can well image them.
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Thanks, Debi!
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I agree the first three are very relateable. The last one – well I’ve been to a few costume parties… but never in a haunted house 😀
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Thanks, Jules! i wouldn’t go near a haunted house.
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I’ve watched a few shows, enough to know I’d rather not be spooked!
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