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  Encore

  

  By Midnight_Hum, Hearne, TX

  All is silent as the moon see the conductor rise Holds his scepter in his hand a movement starts the tide Hiss! The sound of violins Boom! The cry of drums Buzz! The whistle of the winds Pause... And then it's done It's over now, complete, a still, before the roar ...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Absence of Light

  

  By Midnight_Hum, Hearne, TX

  If there had been any light, even a speck, you might have been able to glimpse the form of a boy sitting next to the refrigerator in the basement. As it was, it was black as sin, and the hours stretched long. Time wastes away in the dark. The boy had nothing to do except lean against the gentl...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Winter: A Love Story

  

  By Midnight_Hum, Hearne, TX

  The sky, covered in low dark clouds Accompanied by a strong winter's breeze The smoky scent of wood burning, mixed in with the fragrance of pine The crackle of leaves crunching underfoot Cold flakes of snow, falling down on us like trillions of white skydivers The roaring sound o...
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  The Organist

  

  By Midnight_Hum, Hearne, TX

  Who plays the organ at the church at night? The melancholy tones drifting through the air, And why does the organist shine so bright? It's as if, he's not really there....
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Those Who Call

  

  By Midnight_Hum, Hearne, TX

  The man who opens the door is a short, squat man with thick rimmed glasses. We must be quite a shock to him, two muscular guys with long dark suits showing no sign of sweat in this hot, Georgia summer. But he knows why we're here. My partner speaks first, “Are you Mr. Martin H. Greer?” ...