horror by P.J. Reed
Coulrophobia: You may not enjoy clowns but they love you...
- Had a super time with my writers group tonight & I am pleased to report no one was psychologically damaged 👌🏿#writerslife #horror @BookDevon
- I had one month to write a poem about spirits for tonight. Where did that month go? I think I am the worst member of the Tiverton Poetry Society ever.! I am now scrabbling around to find half written pieces of paper with the word spirit scrawled across them...
P.J. Reed is a writer and poet from England. She holds a BAEd from Canterbury Christ Church University, an MA from Bradford University and has dabbled in psychology with the OU. She is an outrageously eclectic writer.
She has published one collection of dark romantic and Gothic horror poetry entitled The Wicked Come.
Her high fantasy novel The Torcian Chronicles will be published in 2017.
As a counterbalance to her dark writing, P.J. also writes of the beauty and ethereal nature of the changing countryside in her series of haiku inspired collections. Her work is found in anthologies, journals, Zines and writing guides. To visit her light poetry site click here
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She wandered, through the waves
Flowing with the breeze,
I followed sinking footsteps
Left in a crumbling sand.
Slowly, she turned and smiled at me
Soft eyes glowing in the melting sun,
As one pale hand slipped into mine
And the sea melted away to black.
One salted kiss and then we parted
Just flotsam in a restless sea.
I headed for the land
To a solitary harbour inn
Shedding shades of disrepair,
Herded to that darkened corner
For the lonely and the lost
I shivered in the chilling breeze
A single tear drop fell and crashed
Into my empty glass as silently
I pleaded for my sanity as
She floated through the door.
By P.J.Reed ©2014
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The Presence of Evil
“Don't ever call me mad, Mycroft. I'm not mad. I'm just ... well, differently moraled, that's all.” - The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde
“God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.”
― The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty