The Moon Winx

A gothic wedding...The famed hotel...Based on an actual location which inspired me...

             The Moon Winx

                            by Sami Khalil                                                  

 Muted, she stared at the sun... Late rising with a piercing alarm, a demurred wife, who was lost in the grace of sleep, had found her Bohemian spirit to be shackled by death immemorial.

 Beneath the orb, green pasturages spanned the blushed land, while nomadic clouds hovering, scorned wayward.

 In the living spaces between her heavy breaths, strangeness spilled her beans on a suitcase of reality. While happiness lost, she struck a deal with wishful thinking. Eyes could not rest on any harmony even when this minacious act caused horror and strife, perhaps with a background of sinister intentions. She even stalked the right words to no avail, knowing our human stories are unfinished till the end, even so with hand-written fears. So, she grasped unto the unknown, fearing somehow its dark shadows.

 Between the sight of her husband’s badly burnt body, ostensibly bursting instantly into upward flames upon finding him on the kitchen floor, with only his slippered feet intact, while objects of the surrounding untouched, generating their fair share of controversy and mystery, with or without signs of foul play, and the looks of forensic experts, baffled and stone-faced, her dreams eroded, falling apart into dark lures.

 Everything became ill-fitting, unravelling the raised eyebrows, disassembling any relief in sight. Some can measure natural time and its effects, good or bad, but not its escape into the wild unknown, full fledging into dusty shadows, were some thoughts which ran through her mind.

 With a blurred vision, she remembered the honeymoon at the famed “Moon Winx” hotel, the owls that flew off their palms after the ravishing gothic wedding that took place at a haunted castle, October the 31^st.

 That season was of harvesting, and the twain being non-conformist, Halloween could not get here fast enough for the transition of their lifetime into the newness of the macabre, away from the vulnerability of the normal. Her wedding dress was hauntingly romantic; leather haultered, long flowing in black and purple colors. She remembered vividly the moment her late husband pulled out the ring from a carved pumpkin with the words “Love” (there were many carved in different messages), planting passionate kisses that smudged her black lipstick, the vows exchanged donning prison shackles around the wrists, the cradle and the wooden coffin on each side of the altar, the cake topped by a raven’s bust, the two best men dressed in Satan and Dracula outfits, the spooky looking glassy dolls busted on the floor for good luck…

Half conscious from her fall, passing out, her trusted eyes granted her a slight stare outside the hospital windows. And with a stubborn heart, she could not acquiesce but to velvet sadness in her pains.

 After her release from the hospital, she adopted the habit of wearing her wedding dress at midnight, donning the deceased husband’s wolf suit over a skeleton, and with voiceless thoughts, she would mutter the words: “I do.” No need for witnesses in the dark thereof. The scent of musk was powerful enough to wake up the neighbors in sudden sickness. She reclaimed the corporeal entity in her vision. The full moon became that silent witness!    

 

Reviews

[Wesley Dingler]

Sam, my friend, it's been too long. Sorry, I've been writing my fanny off this year. I'm glad to see you haven't lost any of your potency, though.
This was a great story. And that final few lines,

She reclaimed the corporeal entity in her vision. The full moon became that silent witness!

floored me.

Keep up the great work, bud.

[Wesley Dingler]

p.s.
Roll Tide, my friend!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! What an honor and pleasure to see you back dear poet and friend. Roll Tide. I hope all is well and that you stay active as well as talented.

[Wesley Dingler]

You got yourself a deal, then, Sam.
I'm not going anywhere.
I just wanted to write some kids' stories over poetry for a bit. That's all.


-wes

[Sami Khalil]

Best of wishes and luck. Keep us abreast...

[ms. barrie]

oh my! what can i say except that this is simply magnificent, Sami! you introduce the audience to the gothic romanticism, that is reminiscent of a bygone eras, penned by the greats.

exquisitely written, keeps you enthralled till the end. your art never fails to disappoint.
~ thank you for the read :))

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are amazing in your works and reviews. I love when you put things in great perspective. You pen is mighty and talented. Thank you so much.

[ms. barrie]

'tis always my pleasure, Sami, to immerse myself into your art...and i thank you for your friendship and all the inspiration...happy hallow's eve :)))

[Sami Khalil]

Same here and same to you . Happy All Hallows...

[MCS]

You are truly a wordsmith! As I read my mind draws forward Tim Burton, Edward Gorey and John Kenn Mortensen images :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much beloved poet and friend for this wonderful review and appreciation. You are appreciated.

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A wonderful write, Sami.....

Marvellously worded and described, this one had me thinking of the Tim Burton animated film, "Corpse Bride"; eerily reminiscent in tone and detail. A Gothic macabre piece this may be but at its conclusion it touches on the simplest emotions and themes that we as humans can find ourselves dealing with; that of undying love, death and loss. For no matter what we are, man or monster, the living or the dead, true love never ever dies. It follows us regardless of the final entity we become.

Another fine addition to your expanding catalogue of original, wonderfully written and conceived flash fiction stories. Excellent work, my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I'm so grateful for your visit and wonderful take on this story. Never heard about Tim Burton but I will check. Your philosophy on love is marvelous. All rich blessings.

[barleygirl]

And a new season of Halloween macabre is launched! This is a superb & totally original story & I have been craving the macabre season of writing lately. Your story inspires me to delve into the darkness a bit myself. This is pure poetry, even tho it's phrased like prose. Favorite lines blinging like crazy: "she struck a deal with wishful thinking" . . . "unravelling the raised eyebrows" . . . and many more! I love the way your story has a deflection point where we go from present (mostly straight gory) to past (sweet twisted to gory). One of my favorite macabre pieces I've read EVER (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I'm blown away by your review and kind appreciation. So honored to have your approval. I can't thank you enough.

[Chris Shaw]

You really create a spooky atmosphere with this story Sami. A real dark mix of gothic horror, which would absolutely delight my 19 year old grandson Robbie who adores all things Gothic. Love the descriptions of the clothes in blacks and purples. (I love those colours myself, but don't consider myself a Goth lol). An excellent read my friend. All good wishes

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. So glad to know and appreciate. Million thank yous dear poet and friend for delving in some dark pshyche. Nothing to worry for reality can be cruel to many. Be careful and be safe...

[Chris Shaw]

Smiling, have to get to know a bit of Goth to keep the communication channels going with Robbie (lol)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha....

[Onlyme]

Horror masterpiece. That really took you on a journey that made you. Read quicker. And believe.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much Dawn for this marvelous review and kind visit. Glad you like it.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... I have never tolerated horror until now.. somehow I can envision my neighbors home... widowed with eerie lights at three am... truly a masterpiece of black leather and shackles of blissful memories. As ever, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I did not know that. My apologies for the dark side. Thank you so much Patricia Wedel for this wonderful review and bravery. Lord will protect.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... I do believe in the dark side. And I also believe in the light. Your talent has mesmerized me to have a vivid imaginatiion. Some homes are haunted and some people are haunting in many ways. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. So true. I like that. Be blessed and safe.

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, a great eerie tale. I was on the edge of my seat reading. You have a special knack for writing short stories. Makes me feel a bit queasy about going to weddings! Bravo, my friend. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...So glad you like it. Thank you so much Lydia for this wonderful review and sharing your exeorience. Glad to see you back.