WRITING & REALITY: Night Stories

Posted on July 21, 2004 by Susan

Nighttime is sounds you don’t hear in the sunshine. Tree frogs rule in the dark. Leaves don’t just flutter, they rustle instead; long grasses whisper, not bend in the breeze. Flying bugs click against clapboards, buzzing is mosquitoes, not bees. A whippoorwill’s lonely, as well he should be, a monotonous call to a mate. Do we fear most what we cannot see? Yes, the slow steady stepping of deer…or a bear. I rise, close the door, hide the night.

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3 Responses to WRITING & REALITY: Night Stories

  1. Neha says:
    July 22, 2004 at 8:56 am

    It’s a jungle out there. (Sorry – couldnt resist).

  2. Daisy says:
    July 22, 2004 at 4:00 pm

    Lovey writing Susan. I must confess that I had to google for whippoorwill:

    Folklore: An unmarried women would listen for a call of the whippoorwill, one call meant she won’t get married for a year. Two calls meant impending matrimony. Three calls meant she will be destined to be a spinster.

  3. Lauren says:
    July 22, 2004 at 5:14 pm

    Yes, very lovely. There’s a lycical chord struck when you’re expressing your thoughts based on a thought or moment in time. They come across as free flowing but poetic verse. I like them very much. Is this the voice your friend was speaking of?

    Lauren

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