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dark shadows
By William P Haynes
Last edited: Saturday, March 12, 2005
Posted: Saturday, March 12, 2005
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tribute to the old soap
a lullaby plays gently, the tenderness of a young girl's flute. Sara enters David's room as a great vampire bat alights upon the windowframe's edge. Barnabas recalls his past with a deep sadness as he views Sara waking the youth resting in troubled sleep.
"Sara, how did you get in here?" David asks, as he wipes the trace of sleep from his eyes.
"I can go where I please, you know that David and I needed to see you," Sara says as she faces the window and frowns. The bat shrieks a piercing wail as it suddenly flies away under the shadowy cover of the night.
He is at the "old" house now perched just outside the door. The serum burns in his veins and the vampire bat falls like a stone to the ground. How many hours pass, that he may never say. He only knows that when he awakens he feels the touch of the sun on his face and the warmth is a memory almost forgotten. Barnabas rises from the ground, yawns and stretches. His muscles ache, it too is a feeling long gone, so very long gone. Looking down on his clothes he sees he is dressed in finery. His shoes buckle and are made of the finest dark leather. The long coat he wears is a light shade of grey. Barnabas stares ahead at the house just yards in front of him. He looks on as eternity ticks but he cannot remember. Barnabas is only a shadow cast by time on the lawns of yesterday. Hesitantly he begins walking towards the home he no longer knows.
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
12/19/2005 |
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| The memories unfurled in my brain reading this piece. I used to race home after school in New Orleans to see Dark Shadows. It came on 3:30 pm CST. My cousins and I, we were all fans. Thank you for this. ~~Nordette |
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| Reviewed by mz kimi |
10/14/2005 |
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| ahhhh... a blast from the past! wonderfully caustic! |
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| Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader) |
3/18/2005 |
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Such a wonderful tribute to this show. I love the last line here. Walking up to the home he no longer knows.
You really have a magnificent pen in hand and I love your www. Many interesting and things on there.
Thank You elliot
have a Super Duper Day Every day and don't wrok too hard.
groans were only a sigh barely heard. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! now that is heard.(C:)
Traceyxo |
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| Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson |
3/18/2005 |
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| Good write, William. I especially liked your last paragraph! I will visit your web site soon. |
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| Reviewed by Mary Quire |
3/16/2005 |
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Nice tribute. I'll have to catch the show sometime.
M.Rose |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
3/14/2005 |
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| enjoyed the read, enjoyed te show back in the 60s |
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| Reviewed by M. Baur |
3/13/2005 |
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My mother used to watch this when I was a kid... Dark Shadows was a different kind of soap... still is.
Interesting write. :) |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
3/12/2005 |
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| Use to race home after school just to watch it, mom couldn't believe I was watching a soap opera... oh thanks for the memories... |
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| Reviewed by Nickolaus Pacione |
3/12/2005 |
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| I used to watch this show on Sci-Fi Channel -- the inspiration for Among Shadows was Dark Shadows. This is a good way to tribute the gothic soap opera. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
3/12/2005 |
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| i remember this show; it was a favorite of my oldest sister's for a long time. good nostalgic write; well done! :) |
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