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Spring 2017 Anthology
Chapter 25 of 30
topaztwin

ANAPHORA

Anaphora is when successive phrases or lines begin with the same words. The repetition can be as simple as a single word or as long as an entire phrase.

Nyctophobia

There was

an old tire swing swaying in the moonlight.

There was

a tree branch casting an eerie shadow on the dew covered grass.

There was

the sound of footsteps from a flapping rag hanging alone on the clothesline.

There was

a haunted silence above the ticking clock and humming refrigerator.

There was

a strange image staring at me in the smeared window from my own reflection.

There was

no one but me in this old farmhouse set far back in the valley from the main highway.

There was

an occasional beastly growl that grew into a shriek each time the windmill started rotating.

There was

a weighty lump in my chest even as I stood fixed, half wrapped in long dark drapes.

There was

a cold dampness on my forehead that surged its chill through every part of me.

There was

a fleeting instinct to find somewhere warm and soft and surrounding that sounds and shadows and reflections could not penetrate.

There was

me, alert, intimidated, frightened.