Submissions Open – two weeks remaining

Hello there short story writers! Want to be a part of an amazing anthology project and see your story published? Raw Earth Ink is opening submissions for this year’s short story collection: Static Dreams – A Dark Anthology from Twisted Minds. Here are the rules. Genre: dark fiction, dark humor, twisted subject matter. Not allowed: […]

Through The Window

The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and held her and cried without a word because the truth was, […]

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 […]

How It Feels – Collaboration

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 . . . […]

An Afternoon Walk

Walking through the summer woods, I lose myself in a fantastical magical world. The only way to fully immerse myself is in my natural state. Bare feet sinking in the deep mosses and skirting the many berry patches. The light makes it way feebly through the interlaced branches of spruce and the occasional birch tree. […]

Oceana

She crawled from the waves on a moonlit night, abandoning her world of wet How many years she’d spent watching others live their lives from beneath the surface Close yet aloof, necessarily separate A young couple passing by holding hands, their life together just begun, giggles and sighs, long drawn out kisses, dreams spilling from […]

Dancer

Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a bright blue with sparkles, she wears a dainty emerald green dress […]