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The Ghastly Anthology of Terribly Bad Luck and Horrid Misfortune By L.S Hetherington The best things in life are free… But so are the worst...

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Page 1: The  Ghastly  Anthology of Terribly Bad Luck and  Horrid Misfortune

The Ghastly Anthology of

Terribly Bad Luck and Horrid MisfortuneBy L.S Hetherington

The best things in life are free… But so are the

worst...

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The world is full of wonderful, happy things, but every bright existence has a dark side. The sea sparkles and glistens, waves

rolling and gulls calling. But how many lives has it taken? How many ships has it sunk? An aeroplane takes innocent human beings to

wherever they need to go, and delivers them back to their homes. But what can go wrong? The writing that follows acknowledges the dark side with a tilt of a vintage black top hat and a smile of red-

stained teeth.

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Hands held steadilyMachete raised readilyTime is running out…

Roam the gloomy streetsPsycho killer on the looseRun run run away.

Ground getting closerRoof fading into the skyToo close to the edge.

Haiku

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So Much Depends On This Single Shot

So much depends on this single shotFatally fast and lethally sharpFlying through the air

Red Wheelbarrow Style

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The KrakenRum soaked pirates, caught by surpriseThe captain dons his hat and cries“Alas the dreaded black spot is here The terrible beastie is upon us I fear” Screaming crew, firing of gunsBeing a pirate, now doesn’t seem funThe cannons fire, the kraken just roarsScrambling for boats, finding the oarsWhile tension rises to as high as can beBlue as sky, the Caribbean SeaInnocent gulls look on and callThe ship enters the deep, masts, sails and all.

Ekphrastic ( Picture Poem)

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The Woods at NightAt night unknown creatures crawlAt night the shadows slinkAt night cruel fear enters us allAt night our hearts, they sinkAt night the dark leaves hide a dozen eyesAt night the coldness seepsAt night the wind it screams and criesAt night death prowls and creepsAt night in the woodsAt night a different placeAt night its understoodYour steps you should retrace.

Struck by a moment

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The Metal BeastThe wings of the beast did shudder and duckIt roared and hissed, run out of luckIt swished a pointy tail and shook a large strong headIts heartbeat did riseBlinking yellow eyesThe aeroplane was dead.

Metaphor

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ShadowsFound to convene in the corner Silently whisper awayFester and spread at the coming of nightRecoil at the sight of the day.

They swallow whatever does near themFrom children to puppies and toysSlink over the floorboards with expertise easeSmothering all forms of noise.

Lurking in the wardrobeIn nightmares coming aliveConcealing murderers and thievesTaking what we need to survive.

Personification

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The MonsterI am hidingFrom a monsterIn a houseThat’s probably hauntedI am waiting For the beastTo discover my hiding placeI am wonderingIf he’s hungryWill he eat me upAs I sit hereI am fearing The nightfallWhen the world will become dark

Present continuous tense

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Water and FallsThe reeds swish and swayThe clock ticks awayEddying water rushes on pastThe debris is large and shoots by so fastThe old wooden structure is bruised and soreThe wise, waving trees look on in aweDrifting farther away from the landFloating out deeper than originally plannedThey start to spinTheir chances are slimBut they come to a stopHeld fast by a rock

Looking down into a whirlpool of troubleFears on the rise and terror does bubbleThe birds start to cackle, one and then allThe wooden base crumbles and the boat starts to fallThe wind is rising, its volume at topTime itself has come to a stopTheir lives flash before their eyesThe oldest one screams, the younger one criesThe rocks at the bottom snarl with gleeWhat happens next may be frightening to see.

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About The AuthorLILY SIMKE HETHERINGTON lives in POTTSVILLE but would rather

spend time in places such as BRISBANE. Born in TOOWOOMBA on the 11th OF APRIL 1998, she is 14 YEARS OLD . She enjoys READING (Emily the Strange, Skulduggery Pleasant), WRITING, WATCHING

MOVIES (Sherlock Holmes, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Avengers, Harry Potter, Edward Scissorhands, The Dark Knight), MAKING

MOVIES (Bob the Builder Reborn), LISTENING TO MUSIC (My Chemical Romance, The Cure) and DRAWING.