the wind blew stingingly into the creaky, old wood house
dust billowed like waves breaking the shore on a stormy day
yes the wind, it came up from cold mind canyons
slinging up old shirts and favorite foods
and they were all dust
NAGALAND INSURGENCY: 13th Oct 2016:
-Started before India’s independence
Shillong Accord -Signed in 1975
-signed between GOI and NSCN
-to accept the supremacy of the constitution
-surrender their arms and renounce their demand for succession of Nagaland from India
In 1988,there was a split in NSCN into NSCN(I-M) and NSCN(K)
And again in 1997, there was a ceased fire agreement
DIMAPUR AGREEMENT-2007
-framework agreement
No major breakthrough was achieved even after the signing Dimapur declaration as a new twist came when NSCN(I-M) tone down its demand for creation of Greater Nagaland through Political integration of all Nagas areas but GOI rrealised that non Naga population in the state of Manipur ,Assam and Arunachal Pradesh was deadly against the idea of state orgasination on their ethnic line.
NSCN(I-M) want political intregration of Naga areas for the creation of Greater Nagaland
which was unacceptable for GOI
They called it a haunt because they hung out there all the time, but also because it had a ghost. They’d never actually seen it, but they knew it was there from the banging noise it made in the walls and the times where it rattled the pipes. It had been scary, at first, but eventually they got used to it, and even started developing some affection for it. They left out little gifts which would be gone by the morning, and whispered even though they knew there was nobody to hear.
They were wrong, of course. There’s no such thing as a ghost.
It’s around this time of year that people begin to think about ghosts. The problem is, no one bothers to ask how I, as a ghost feel about this. It’s quite offensive really. Since when was ‘Boo!’ remotely scary? That’s why I’m setting the GAPS- Ghost Appreciation and Protection Society.
Never one to let something go, Sidney’s never forgotten a blurted phrase or awkward remark that she had the misfortune of speaking. She had a running list in her head, and it haunted her.
The past would haunt her every chance it got. Once she was a beautiful actress. The audience LOVED her. Through her struggles, bad decisions, and heartbreaks, the career fizzled.
This past weekend me and my family went to a family party in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My boyfriends cousins decided to take us to a haunted house and it was awesome, although I was so scared. I’m such a scary cat.
The mansion was definitely haunted said Bella on Halloween night. The house was dark and dreary. As most old houses are. Bella and her friends had been dared to stay in the house overnight.They had agreed to do it. there were four of them. We are not afraid we are not afraid they all said together. I think this is working said vivvi. Ha ha ha came a big booming voice. Never mind said vivi screaming. their adventures shall be told another time for now you’ll just have to wait.
Do you believe in ghosts–or any incorporeal beings? I have never encountered one though I want to. I don’t really think that I believe in them however. I guess I just want to believe they exist but can’t convince myself they do–if that makes sense. I’ve never really thought about this much until now.
Haunted is what I am, these days, by the utter disorientation in life. Perhaps it’s just the horror of facing my own darkness. And equally haunting is the prospect of life being absolutely meaningless. Ironical, then, is the lurking presence of a soul – its haunted eyes set on me wanting to surface and manifest before this pointless walk from point A to B comes to an end.
step by step I was walking towards the living room. Quiet as I could be I tiptoed round the last corner. I was almost there. The lights were out so it was the perfect time to give them the scare of their lives. And then it happened, my haunt mission was completed.
Everlasting, eternal – the light that haunts me every time my eyes shut close. They linger with contempt; never fading away; never adrift from their purposes – to bring me into the darkness. The light ever haunts my being. x
I was haunted by the memory of my peers- the gaze of the judgement embewed – all of the faint snickers and taunts that lingered in the background; as the ambience to my school life–neverending, the eyes, my heartbeat aflutter with nerve and fright.
a great haunt
scheming and taunting
peeking as the dawn is dipping
doubts dripping and daunting
flexing fangs flauntly
pale green and gauntly
an undulating font
of unwanted thoughts
blank and thoughtless
till carried away
by silver gauntlets
there are words that haunt me, floating around in my own head. i know they are not real, not anymore. they exist in the past and the possible future. still, they lurk around in the peripheral and flicker in the light. i feel them watching me, waiting to call out in their harsh tones. no one else sees them though, not in the same way.
One word was all that could come to mind when he looked at the apparition in front of him. Haunted. Something he thought only happened in movies.
“Are you kidding me?! You’re haunting me? Really? All I did was kill you. I’ve done it to dozens of people and you’re the only one to come back and haunt me for Christ’s sake!”
The spirit just smiled. “I’m going to return the favour but since I’m in this little predicament I’ll just make you take your own life. An eye for an eye am I right?”
He felt his stomach drop. Why had he ever gone into this business?
It was a simple home. I lived there for years. Never anything unusual. Until he arrived. He was the one who caused the hauntings. He was the one who unsettled the spirit. We lived in harmony for decades. Then he had to go snooping around and dig up buried secrets, and bodies.
They were haunted by the memory of sound. The sound of sirens filling the empty void before the bombs began to drop. We were cowered in our bunkers waiting for the inevitable.
He couldn’t even begin to decide what was more terrifying; the eerie atmosphere, the dreadful silence. bus worse, those eyes. The way those eyes looked at him was truly haunting.
There is something that causes the mind to imagine terrible things when we pass by an abandoned house. The grass uncut. The paint flecking off the side of the old garage. The strange musty scent and layers of dust from people long since gone. Something haunting.
When I returned from the islands with my husband, I began to feel as if something had come back with us. I told Sean this, and he just laughed and kissed me right where my stubble was growing in, and he told me that nothing was going to haunt us – we were too cute for that. Still, I became a little bit wary when I went into the bathroom in the middle of the night three days after our vacation, only to hear a whisper from the shower: “Do you guys have better shampoo? This doesn’t work for my frizz.”
Haunt. It reminds me of my dream except it doesn’t. Murders, and death. How did it start? What was the curse? How did the evil entity come back? It’s not a coincidence that this word appeared on my screen. Synchronicity, it’s everywhere if you know how to look. Now, the fact I can’t remember haunts me. Will I remember? Time will tell.
What’s haunting is that I loved him before I knew him. This man who did everything for me, before I knew him. This man who endured more than I ever could to be what he is to me, a savior, a friend, a confidant. This man who’s beauty is more than a name and a task. This man name Jesus. That is what’s haunting a love like Jesus’ love for me.
The place was so haunting.It was like something out of a horror movie. I felt like I would be attacked at any moment. Fear consumed me and I could not move form my spot. It didn’t feel safe to stay here but my body would not respond. Something happened.
The haunt was deserted. Callas called for any other ghost (to humans, the ghost language just sounded like BOO over and over again), before deciding to move in. He had hated the dorms back in ghost college.
He dropped his stuff down. His new home sweet home.
“Do you think this house is really haunted?” I asked Josh. “Yes. Definitely.” He replied. “How else would you explain the opening and closing doors, floating candelabras, and screams in the night, with no source?”
She sat crumpled in the corner. The fading crone had a pale beak protruding from her face to the floor. Her eye bags were hidden behind circle glasses with bits of mould around the edges from the many attempts to clean it with stale breaths. Anna stood there unsure if she should feel pity or disgust. Instead, she recalled the memories of tea and biscuits, and that rosey pot pouri fragrance which was often too strong but grandma’s sense of smell had gone with the years, along with her own memories.
how appropriate as we enter the month of October. Do ghosts really lurk around us and meddle with our lives? You know what really haunts my soul? qwty crocsand pickles and my grandmzax
The haunting woods overlooked the city, the leaves falling as fall came and went. The voices that cried out of the woods at night were ghastly, grim – screaming for help. If I had been smarter, I would have avoided those woods – the grim sights inside were enough to scare me for eternity.
The woman haunted his thoughts for hours. He’d been an artist: he could see her face in clear detail, in technicolor, in moving facial expressions. He couldn’t remember where he’d seen her or when. Yesterday? A year ago? Longer? Here in prison? Long ago when he was free? But the show she put on in his brain was intensely welcome and he hoped he’d be lost in it forever.
the wind blew stingingly into the creaky, old wood house
dust billowed like waves breaking the shore on a stormy day
yes the wind, it came up from cold mind canyons
slinging up old shirts and favorite foods
and they were all dust
NAGALAND INSURGENCY: 13th Oct 2016:
-Started before India’s independence
Shillong Accord -Signed in 1975
-signed between GOI and NSCN
-to accept the supremacy of the constitution
-surrender their arms and renounce their demand for succession of Nagaland from India
In 1988,there was a split in NSCN into NSCN(I-M) and NSCN(K)
And again in 1997, there was a ceased fire agreement
DIMAPUR AGREEMENT-2007
-framework agreement
No major breakthrough was achieved even after the signing Dimapur declaration as a new twist came when NSCN(I-M) tone down its demand for creation of Greater Nagaland through Political integration of all Nagas areas but GOI rrealised that non Naga population in the state of Manipur ,Assam and Arunachal Pradesh was deadly against the idea of state orgasination on their ethnic line.
NSCN(I-M) want political intregration of Naga areas for the creation of Greater Nagaland
which was unacceptable for GOI
They called it a haunt because they hung out there all the time, but also because it had a ghost. They’d never actually seen it, but they knew it was there from the banging noise it made in the walls and the times where it rattled the pipes. It had been scary, at first, but eventually they got used to it, and even started developing some affection for it. They left out little gifts which would be gone by the morning, and whispered even though they knew there was nobody to hear.
They were wrong, of course. There’s no such thing as a ghost.
What they had was a banshee.
It’s around this time of year that people begin to think about ghosts. The problem is, no one bothers to ask how I, as a ghost feel about this. It’s quite offensive really. Since when was ‘Boo!’ remotely scary? That’s why I’m setting the GAPS- Ghost Appreciation and Protection Society.
Never one to let something go, Sidney’s never forgotten a blurted phrase or awkward remark that she had the misfortune of speaking. She had a running list in her head, and it haunted her.
The past would haunt her every chance it got. Once she was a beautiful actress. The audience LOVED her. Through her struggles, bad decisions, and heartbreaks, the career fizzled.
Thoughts are haunting me, they hope to realize the past in my future. I close the door.
This past weekend me and my family went to a family party in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My boyfriends cousins decided to take us to a haunted house and it was awesome, although I was so scared. I’m such a scary cat.
I was in the old house and i herd a weird sound then i saw a ghost! I ran out the front door as fast as i can.
The mansion was definitely haunted said Bella on Halloween night. The house was dark and dreary. As most old houses are. Bella and her friends had been dared to stay in the house overnight.They had agreed to do it. there were four of them. We are not afraid we are not afraid they all said together. I think this is working said vivvi. Ha ha ha came a big booming voice. Never mind said vivi screaming. their adventures shall be told another time for now you’ll just have to wait.
Do you believe in ghosts–or any incorporeal beings? I have never encountered one though I want to. I don’t really think that I believe in them however. I guess I just want to believe they exist but can’t convince myself they do–if that makes sense. I’ve never really thought about this much until now.
Haunted is what I am, these days, by the utter disorientation in life. Perhaps it’s just the horror of facing my own darkness. And equally haunting is the prospect of life being absolutely meaningless. Ironical, then, is the lurking presence of a soul – its haunted eyes set on me wanting to surface and manifest before this pointless walk from point A to B comes to an end.
as the word echoes, it becomes a hollow wraith-whispered light. edgar mutters bitterly under his breath.
i remember the walking, the endless…..
to HAUNT those evil
stretching shadow of justice
a job heroic
to haunt those vile
use evil against evil
task of true heroes
end all unjust deeds
protect good by any means
role of a hero
[haiku inspired from poetic essay from The Apotheosus]
Merci, Arigato, Danke, man ;-)
Oh I beg you come and haunt me in my sleep for eternity for I don’t know how I will be able to live one day without you by my side.
step by step I was walking towards the living room. Quiet as I could be I tiptoed round the last corner. I was almost there. The lights were out so it was the perfect time to give them the scare of their lives. And then it happened, my haunt mission was completed.
The library is exactly the same as it was the morning I was shot in the head in the history section, only colder, and quieter, and bluer.
Everlasting, eternal – the light that haunts me every time my eyes shut close. They linger with contempt; never fading away; never adrift from their purposes – to bring me into the darkness. The light ever haunts my being. x
I was haunted by the memory of my peers- the gaze of the judgement embewed – all of the faint snickers and taunts that lingered in the background; as the ambience to my school life–neverending, the eyes, my heartbeat aflutter with nerve and fright.
a great haunt
scheming and taunting
peeking as the dawn is dipping
doubts dripping and daunting
flexing fangs flauntly
pale green and gauntly
an undulating font
of unwanted thoughts
blank and thoughtless
till carried away
by silver gauntlets
Haunted things scary me quite a lot. Haunted things include haunted houses, places, people (only sometimes) and many other things I can not list.
there are words that haunt me, floating around in my own head. i know they are not real, not anymore. they exist in the past and the possible future. still, they lurk around in the peripheral and flicker in the light. i feel them watching me, waiting to call out in their harsh tones. no one else sees them though, not in the same way.
One word was all that could come to mind when he looked at the apparition in front of him. Haunted. Something he thought only happened in movies.
“Are you kidding me?! You’re haunting me? Really? All I did was kill you. I’ve done it to dozens of people and you’re the only one to come back and haunt me for Christ’s sake!”
The spirit just smiled. “I’m going to return the favour but since I’m in this little predicament I’ll just make you take your own life. An eye for an eye am I right?”
He felt his stomach drop. Why had he ever gone into this business?
It was a simple home. I lived there for years. Never anything unusual. Until he arrived. He was the one who caused the hauntings. He was the one who unsettled the spirit. We lived in harmony for decades. Then he had to go snooping around and dig up buried secrets, and bodies.
They were haunted by the memory of sound. The sound of sirens filling the empty void before the bombs began to drop. We were cowered in our bunkers waiting for the inevitable.
My psst haunts me! I’m sorry for committing a felony. I’ve learned. I’ve grew.
She was not afraid that her home had a haunt. It was an old home, and she could feel the spirits there, and knew they were happy with her presence.
Hey eyes had a haunted quality, shadowed and hollow, like looking into an empty room through a dark window. She blinked and turned away.
He couldn’t even begin to decide what was more terrifying; the eerie atmosphere, the dreadful silence. bus worse, those eyes. The way those eyes looked at him was truly haunting.
There is something that causes the mind to imagine terrible things when we pass by an abandoned house. The grass uncut. The paint flecking off the side of the old garage. The strange musty scent and layers of dust from people long since gone. Something haunting.
When I returned from the islands with my husband, I began to feel as if something had come back with us. I told Sean this, and he just laughed and kissed me right where my stubble was growing in, and he told me that nothing was going to haunt us – we were too cute for that. Still, I became a little bit wary when I went into the bathroom in the middle of the night three days after our vacation, only to hear a whisper from the shower: “Do you guys have better shampoo? This doesn’t work for my frizz.”
Haunt. It reminds me of my dream except it doesn’t. Murders, and death. How did it start? What was the curse? How did the evil entity come back? It’s not a coincidence that this word appeared on my screen. Synchronicity, it’s everywhere if you know how to look. Now, the fact I can’t remember haunts me. Will I remember? Time will tell.
What’s haunting is that I loved him before I knew him. This man who did everything for me, before I knew him. This man who endured more than I ever could to be what he is to me, a savior, a friend, a confidant. This man who’s beauty is more than a name and a task. This man name Jesus. That is what’s haunting a love like Jesus’ love for me.
The place was so haunting.It was like something out of a horror movie. I felt like I would be attacked at any moment. Fear consumed me and I could not move form my spot. It didn’t feel safe to stay here but my body would not respond. Something happened.
The haunt was deserted. Callas called for any other ghost (to humans, the ghost language just sounded like BOO over and over again), before deciding to move in. He had hated the dorms back in ghost college.
He dropped his stuff down. His new home sweet home.
“Do you think this house is really haunted?” I asked Josh. “Yes. Definitely.” He replied. “How else would you explain the opening and closing doors, floating candelabras, and screams in the night, with no source?”
She sat crumpled in the corner. The fading crone had a pale beak protruding from her face to the floor. Her eye bags were hidden behind circle glasses with bits of mould around the edges from the many attempts to clean it with stale breaths. Anna stood there unsure if she should feel pity or disgust. Instead, she recalled the memories of tea and biscuits, and that rosey pot pouri fragrance which was often too strong but grandma’s sense of smell had gone with the years, along with her own memories.
how appropriate as we enter the month of October. Do ghosts really lurk around us and meddle with our lives? You know what really haunts my soul? qwty crocsand pickles and my grandmzax
The haunting woods overlooked the city, the leaves falling as fall came and went. The voices that cried out of the woods at night were ghastly, grim – screaming for help. If I had been smarter, I would have avoided those woods – the grim sights inside were enough to scare me for eternity.
The woman haunted his thoughts for hours. He’d been an artist: he could see her face in clear detail, in technicolor, in moving facial expressions. He couldn’t remember where he’d seen her or when. Yesterday? A year ago? Longer? Here in prison? Long ago when he was free? But the show she put on in his brain was intensely welcome and he hoped he’d be lost in it forever.