A Prayer for Resurrection

sitting at my graveside looking in covered in the dark shroud shredded I gave one too many pieces and committed that final sin that final piece which stole the breath right out of my lungs so ready for you to love me begging starving empty a painted doll with no substance though I desperately craved […]

Denied A Simpler Fate

dipping her toe first into the surface of the deep pool of black on black ink, she shed her robe stood momentarily shivering in the cool forest air, bright moonlight dappled across pale, pale skin and long tan curls before closing her tear-filled eyes spreading her arms wide, she fell forward and released her last […]

Comic Death (excerpt) by Agyani

The following is an excerpt of the short story: Comic Death by Agyani, which you can find in the anthology Static Dreams Volume One. Inside you’ll find nine dark and twisted stories written by him and other amazing authors. I hope you enjoy this little snippet. Oh, and click any of the links below to […]

So Small for a Love So Large

When I held him in my arms, he was so small. So small. I cried oh god how I cried. I asked, is there anything we can do? The doctor said, I’m sorry no, he’s just too small. I cried harder. Please, I’ll do anything, anything at all. Please. Please! Save him! Let him live, […]

The Second Time

at first there was excruciating, agonizing pain sweat on my lip, my heart beat erratically my breathing was uneven, ragged my heart paused skipped, missed, paused again I stopped breathing I kept staring at the window blind without really seeing anything at all everything stretched and elongated like separating a yolk from the white I […]

6:31am (Insomnia)

sitting in a pile of rubbish every piece of my life surrounding me I emptied the cabin piled it up out in the woods I know what you’re planning I looked through your phone you should use a better password you asshole you won’t take her life her will doesn’t even name you you may […]

3:27am (Insomnia)

It would be a mercy killing, right? I hesitate. The boy can’t be more than five. But his eyes are dead and he shows no emotion. He has been drowned and resurrected so many times I wonder how he still lives. He harbors no hope for himself and neither do I. There are scars where […]