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TOPIC - The Supernatural Experience

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Check in... good luck to you 2 fam

Very sorry, but I need an extension if possible. Been working an assload recently as it's Easter holidays, and I haven't had a day off since last week (hence my inactivity)

I'm free all day Saturday so I can definitely post then. Let me know what's good.

was gonna ask for one myself... since this will prolly be the best battle in this round.

I'll allow it for saturday if Zu or Flat grants it

Granted. Server is acting up anyway.

and now... what you've been waiting for-

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Supernatural: noun: supernatural forces and events and beings collectively
adjective: not existing in nature or subject to explanation according to natural laws; not physical or material

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Two years prior a man and his wife were mugged coming from the movies walking home in Hells Kitchen, New York. His wife was brutally beaten and raped. She lived, he however had his throat cut and died.

Sometimes… just sometimes, a love so strong never dies.

Experience the supernatural…Two years later

The supernatural of a love so powerful, anything can happen…

The night black, rain heavy- steady tapping against the ground below…
With a ruff breeze pushing debris, gods gift to life as bound bestow…
The ground moist, water sinking in the dirt causing puddles to form…
For a moment the air silences, an unexpected turn shutters the norm…
From the dirt of a grave, a hand breaches the mud and grips the soil…
Another hand, ripping at the dirt and pushing it aside to lift and spoil…
A struggle to escape the grave, a man pulls himself from hells hands…
Lying dormant in his coffin for years, it seems now, he shall stand…
Out of the ground he stands, and reaching for life, he drops to a knee…
Letting out a yell, while the rain drenches him- he props from a tree…
Staggering back to the hole he came from, he feels cruel and cold…
Slumps to his marble grave stone, and pushes away the dew and mold…
He begins to trace his grave, finger tip to his inner beveled name…
His mind racing like a train, sparks a flame-feeling the devils pain…
Boosting himself from the grave, his wet black hair blocks his sight…
Peering down at his reflection in the puddle, he’s shocked in fright…

He turns around when he hears the fallen leaves crack behind him…

A black cat walks to the undead body. The cat pushes against him and snuggles against his legs. He pets the cat behind the ears. The rain still pouring down and not letting up for a moment of dryness. The cat begins to walk away and wonder out of the graveyard. The man follows across the street to an apartment complex. This is where his wife and him had lived. He follows the cat up the stairs, and to his surprise his wife is still living in the same apartment. He grasps the door handle and enters. Suddenly his mind begins to speak to him.

The apartment is changed! What could have caused the shifting alter?
Keeping up with the jones, or could it be brought by a different falter?
The walls ‘were’ white, and the Italian style curtains no longer hang…
Instead of the house looking slightly basic, there is now a stronger tang…
Browsing visualizations of the rooms, and the differences in appearance…
Show looks of change, long gone determination- distances perseverance…
On the counter a pack of cigarettes lay, is this a deception of the mind?
A smoker she wasn’t, maybe it was a depressing progression overtime?
In the bedroom, she sleeps- still so beautiful, he hasn’t see her in years…
Exquisite sight to behold- wrapped tight in sheets, her domineer is fear…
Quietly he creeps to her side, knelling to his love he approaches in lust…
He caresses her skin, a touch so soft and gentle- just a notice of touch…

Waking up the mans wife jumps back looking scared. He pleads as she goes to let out a scream. But her scream is stopped as she feels relaxed. Still awkward about the whole situation she speaks.

Ken- is that you?

I see things have changed? I’m missing out on the greatest spectacle…
I don’t know what to say? Am I dreaming? I feel a painless skeptical…
No, I’m here- I don’t come as an illusion or mirage, A dream or a hoax…
It’s confusing, yet consuming- I’m in the flesh, you ain’t seeing a ghost…
Then I hunger for your touch, and a kiss from the lips- so tender and well…
And just one more scent from your body - it’s sure a remembering smell…
Heaven was boring, I dwelled endlessly with no clever wise men to follow…
A desire of passion burning in my gut, a love I wasn’t liking to swallow…
So, be with me- It’s been two years, your casualty has linked me to sorrow…
Come hold me, and give me your love- just don’t let it jinx me tomorrow…


They make love the next night his wife wakes up and he’s gone…

Staring around the room blankly, faded- was it a memory she desired?
Was it just a one night dream of an everlasting tendency she required?
She gets up and wonders the house aimlessly, bravely fighting her cries…
The light shines in through her windows, and gleams bright in her eyes…
It is mid winter, but the sun sparkles viciously though the windows glass…
The widow looks outside, no more snow covering finish- no winters grass…
Instead a beautiful garden, like edan- A sweet delight of flowers and fruit…
She runs outside and dances through the garden with great powers of youth…
A waterfall in the distance, butterflies levitate in the green fields so close…
A sense of home, a lovely tingle to her spine- one of the feels of hope…
What is this place? She thinks as she looks around the enchanted land…
“I call this heaven” her husband says as he joins her and takes her hand…

The ladies body was never found. Police don’t know what had happened to her, and to she continues to stay in the missing persons files.

Yurluzn wins by DQ.