Encounter With a Vampire - A Quadrille

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The word we are writing to today is turn
or a word that has turn in it.

Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word turn.

44 Words


I imagine


whispered voices down nameless alleys

hurried steps on the cobblestones

a shadowy figure seen over my shoulder

billowing black cape

rancid breath warm on my neck

his mouth agape

teeth wet with blood

paralyzed I cannot turn

is this terror


or pleasure?


©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  

Comments

  1. Kim of Glover GardensJuly 14, 2025 at 6:55 PM

    This was scary to read but I ended up smiling... I love the gray area you have exposed.

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  2. JadeLiJuly 14, 2025 at 7:02 PM

    Lisa, so frightening, the scene you've set. The final question is perhaps the most chilling of all. They say vampires can "glamour" their victims, make them question what's real and what isn't. I hope she somehow gets away before it's too late...

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 14, 2025 at 7:07 PM

    Nicely scary! (And a nice twist at the end.)

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  4. AnonymousJuly 14, 2025 at 10:18 PM

    loved the darkness of this

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