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 31st.
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!
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!
Wow! What an honor and pleasure to see you back dear poet and friend. Roll Tide. I hope all is well .. read moreWow! 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.
5 Years Ago
You got yourself a deal, then, Sam.
I'm not going anywhere.
I just wanted to write som.. read moreYou 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.
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 :))
Wow! You are amazing in your works and reviews. I love when you put things in great perspective. You.. read moreWow! 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.
6 Years Ago
'tis always my pleasure, Sami, to immerse myself into your art...and i thank you for your friendship.. read more'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 :)))
You are truly a wordsmith! As I read my mind draws forward Tim Burton, Edward Gorey and John Kenn Mortensen images :)
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Wow! Thank you so much beloved poet and friend for this wonderful review and appreciation. You are .. read moreWow! Thank you so much beloved poet and friend for this wonderful review and appreciation. You are appreciated.
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.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Wow! I'm so grateful for your visit and wonderful take on this story. Never heard about Tim Burton b.. read moreWow! 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.
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
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Wow! I'm blown away by your review and kind appreciation. So honored to have your approval. I can't .. read moreWow! I'm blown away by your review and kind appreciation. So honored to have your approval. I can't thank you enough.
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
Hahaha. So glad to know and appreciate. Million thank yous dear poet and friend for delving in some .. read moreHahaha. 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...
6 Years Ago
Smiling, have to get to know a bit of Goth to keep the communication channels going with Robbie (lol.. read moreSmiling, have to get to know a bit of Goth to keep the communication channels going with Robbie (lol)
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
Wow! I did not know that. My apologies for the dark side. Thank you so much Patricia Wedel for this .. read moreWow! 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.
6 Years Ago
dear Sami... I do believe in the dark side. And I also believe in the light. Your talent has mesme.. read moredear 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
6 Years Ago
Hahaha. So true. I like that. Be blessed and safe.
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**
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
Hahaha...So glad you like it. Thank you so much Lydia for this wonderful review and sharing your exe.. read moreHahaha...So glad you like it. Thank you so much Lydia for this wonderful review and sharing your exeorience. Glad to see you back.