One wrong misstep Misplaced word Lost or perhaps unspoken Transformation from angel to… Something else electrifying Terrifying Arms spread wide Fingertips glowing Chin to chest Slowing rising Like a crucified messiah Hair spreading out lifting Energetic aggressive current Kkkkzzzapping Pops snaps Eyes widening Jaw drops Released cloudburst of energy Bright screams Blue light radiates out […]
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes how long has she run like this her terror, his eyes, […]
I had finally fallen asleep, something which does not come easy for me. How did you get in? I didn’t even hear you, didn’t feel your approach. My chest erupts in a fountain of pain and confusion. My god, is that a knife, this can’t be happening, can’t be real. Please stop . . . […]
She’s lying upon her bed She wakes, trembling violently Her jaw is wired shut Her eyelids rapidly flutter There’s a pressure on her chest Breaths in spurts and shudders There is something inside her She wants to vomit It moves to leave It wants to escape It tears and claws inside her There’s violence in […]
From the inky depths something calls deep crying out to deep Staring over the edge he feels the pull stretches his hand forth He sees his reflection beneath it, movement withdraws his hand in terror stumbles backwards His heel catches on a coil of rope down he tumbles, arms flailing He lifts his voice in […]
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick Vultures eying through the windows Black […]
It was just a frumpy little thing. Missing an eye. Torn and resewn over and over. Threadbare, you could barely tell the original coloring of its fur. His nose had been lost many years ago. A mouse-haired little girl had played with him once upon a time. She named him Stripey and took him everywhere. […]
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
he gave her a ring and she stares at it with all its implications its meanings its hidden agendas and its heavy weight somehow wrapped all up in thin gold and delicate gems it fit perfectly of course it did but it also comes with unspoken broken promises late nights spent crying and yelling desires […]
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely pay him any mind but keep up my mundane talk the […]
