We meet on the edge of dusk as the moon starts to rise, its misty light highlighting the lacy stonework of the church tower and the shadow of its silent bell. Eleanor leads me through graves blotched with moss and lichen that over hundreds of years have erased the inscriptions and life stories of the dead. To her, death is quite romantic, I think, my heart thudding as we pass under overhanging yew branches clad in needle-like leaves.
Before us looms a mausoleum, black with damp and covered in ivy. The open door reveals a chamber illuminated by flickering candles throwing dancing silhouettes against shelves of catafalques.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Eleanor says as she leads me inside, where the temperature is much colder than the October graveyard. The air is heavy with the dust of ancient bones.
Her kiss tastes of immortality.
Kim M. Russell, 10th October 2022
For this Monday’s Prosery at the dVerse Poets Pub, Björn has chosen to put Bob Dylan’s lyrics under the spotlight, specifically ‘Desolation Row’ from his 1965 album Highway 61 Revisited. Björn points out the link between Dylan’s song and last week’s Beat Poetry prompt.
The line we are working with today is: ‘To her, death is quite romantic’.
As usual the challenge is to write a piece of prose of maximum 144 words that uses this line as it is. We must not change the order of the words, but you are allowed to include line breaks and change punctuation.
Oh my, Kim. You have indeed written a tale for the halloween season! Lured into a mausoleum does not bode well for anyone! Well written using this amazing line!
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Thank you, Lill! I enjoyed writing it.
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This is deliciously dark and enticing, Kim! Wow! 😍😍 The line by Dylan fits in so seamlessly here. Bravo! ❤
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Ooh, verrrry atmospheric! That end line is a ~ahem~ killer! Love it.
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Ah.. this is very cold and shivering… I love the atmosphere, and maybe there are those who prefer the death of an undead.
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Thank you Björn. My favourite kind of atmosphere, especially this time of year.
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Oh Kim! BLAMMO good. A very different immortality. Thanks.
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I do love a scary story!
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A very eerie story Kim. Leaves me wondering, What’s coming next!
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I think the characters took the answer to the grave with them, Dwight.
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Ha ha… maybe so!
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Deliciously chilling Halloween story, Kim!
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Thank you, Lisa! My grandson loves Halloween and he’s only four.
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You’re welcome ❤
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A wonderful spooky story for Halloween Kim! ☺️💕
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Cheers Christine! I love Halloween stories, the spookier the better.
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Oh, this is quite the enchanting Halloween write. That final line is perfection for this.
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Thank you!
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This was a fascinating tale, it leaves me wanting to read more.
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Thanks so much, Truedessa! I’ll see what the next Prosery prompt suggests and maybe I’ll continue the story.
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Spooky. Your prosery gives me quite the chill and sets the perfect tone for the prompt line. My favorite from this prompt.
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Thank you so much! I love spooky stories.
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That kind of immortality is one I’ll pass on. Very atmospheric!
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🙂
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“on the edge of dusk as the moon starts to rise”
Alluring. Luv the way you lead the reader through this dark write
Much❤love
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Thanks Gillena. Much love to you. ❤
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The eerie atmosphere is pitch perfect and the ending strangely perfect. Loved it, Kim.
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Thanks so much Dora!
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Such beautiful imagery!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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