SuperNatural – The STRIX

SuperNatural – The STRIX

Starting where every haunted story starts. A dark room. I sat under the blanket, with my flash light on. The heat from the light made me sweat. Chills running down my spine, my eyes widened and stressed the eyelids to the level where they turned red. I had tears in my eyes. Something brushed through my blanket at my back. I screeched a tiny gasp. My heart beats running faster. I had done enough research, watched enough movies, heard enough stories for one night to be scared. So scared. I knew in the dark under my blanket, that something else was present here with me. I had done the experiment, everybody asked me not to. I played with Charlie. And Charlie was here. He said he was angry because I did not set him free after the experiment. I have no idea how I can hear him. He creeps under my blanket as if playing peek-a-boo. I sharply take in the air around me, and suddenly there is no air. My flash lights falls facing up on the bed, and I am blinded by the light. The next thing I know, I am playing with Charlie and I can see my body lying tangled with my blanket on the bed.

And I wait for my friends to join me soon.

Kashaf S.




a cool breeze

brushes neck

a stiff wind

ruffles drapes

inside the house

my goose bumped skin

tells me I am not alone

as I fumble the doorknob

I cannot seem to hold

my shivers back

I stare through the crack

of my bedroom door

spy the rocking chair

swaying on its own

the lights flicker

an unknown specter

appears in wisps

I bite my lips

the scream I want

to unleash

stifled by fear

all I hear

is a creak

a moan

and then

my name

my eyes won’t close

I see it turn

and who would it be

but you, your ghost

your shape, your voice

reminding me

of our times of glee

before the untimely

departure of you

now, the haunting

doomed to repeat

until you finally see

you and I
can never be

~Emily Clapper

~ from PoetGirlEm




How do you define paranormal?
Is it something abnormal
Or perhaps something less carnal?
Maybe a ghost

Or a demon trying to enter the host?
Just cause science can’t explain it doesn’t mean anything
Why do we continue to be obsessed with labeling things?
As if life was not complex already
We make our own minds unsteady.

The love I held once was paranormal
I could even go as far as to say that it was supernatural, out of the normal.
Why do I say that? Simple really
Cause her ghost still haunts me, I can see her clearly.
I don’t need science to explain it to me
A can feel it and see it when I sit in the afternoons to drink my tea.

 So you see
We all hold a different meaning of paranormal and supernatural and what it could be.
There is no right answer
But it can become a mental cancer
So be aware my friend,

So be aware.

Manuel O.




Supernatural. That’s a funny name “natural” people call us. Yes, we have unique skills and abilities, such as super speed, being able to fly, x-ray vision, and “all those crazy stuff”–i quote. (The media goes on and on, inventing new names to call us every week.)

But why do they? I have been asking this question for a very long time now.

Why are people so obsessed on putting names and labels to everything. Those who can fly are called Aero; Gaia are those that have the ability to control flora; Luna to those that can see even in total darkness. Those are just some. And of course, those who don’t have the skills, they call themselves, the Natural.

Why do they like to divide everyone into groups? We are all human beings. I don’t see the point of putting on labels. With labels, a group would feel more superior, or inferior than the other. It only causes division and discrimination.

Supernatural. I hate that word.





Staring at the waves, inhaling the power of the sea
Walking through the forest, sensing the power of the trees
Looking at the sky, watching the strengthening light of the moon
Touching the ground, smelling the pureness of earth
Nature all around us, Supernatural as She is.
We are part of nature, can we be Supernatural too?

Patty Wolters



I searched the earth

looked up in the sky

I searched in deep

looked for the answer

my soul craved

remained unanswered

I questioned the almighty

begged for enlightenment

desperate to know

who is the one

which is supernatural

and when my soul

spoke to me

it softly whispered

into my beating heart

the one that I was searching for

is within me

it’s me

I am Supernatural

Zigyasa Kakkar

~ from Mysestina


Expressions Crossing Continents


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