Poetry: Door of Doom

By Monica C. Voskamp   She pushed the door harder It still wouldn’t budge. Hours of work were Now seemingly in vain. In frustration, she slumped Her body against the old Wooden frame before she Sank to the floor.   It was then she heard it, A slow eerie creak. Her waning hope burst Into [...]

Poetry Story: All She Could See

By Monica C. Voskamp   All she could see was the dark. Everywhere she looked was masked With thick oozing blood of black. Nothing was as she wished it could be.   She pushed hard her hands against  The thick wall of pitch black dark Her hands probed but felt nothing Nothing but heavy air. [...]