Night Clings Haiku: Find Your Horror Spirit Animal

The night waits in trees. With long, sharpened claws, it clings. Eyes covered with wings.   If you’ve ever heard the wind howl, felt the heat of a furnace burnishing your skin as you’d imagine a dragon’s breath would, or the chill of winter biting at your exposed ankles, then you’ve experienced how monsters can

Fifty-Word Story: Rice

Jessie sat upright on the chair. I didn’t want to stand by him. “He’s your brother, Mary. Do as I ask.” “Dad, Jessie’s got rice on his face!” “It’s okay. We’re gonna take one picture.” Jessie didn’t complain, but the rice on his skin started moving. He smelled bad, too.     Deadly Fact Photographing deceased

Tomorrow

  As I stroke you, I feel the darkness again— wanting to use you to rain down her pain. You cut into me with an intensity like no other. Every time I touch you, I’m jello. I quiver. In the dark, I hold you; a smile creases my face. Joy pours out of me; all sadness

Fifty-Word Story: Getting Dark

I awake. My head’s pounding. She’s sobbing. “I’m s-s-sorry.” I can’t see her, but she sounds distraught. I try to reassure her, but my head hurts. “No one leaves me!” She screams. My pillow’s saturated in blood. Sandra trembles in the corner as she holds my gun. It’s getting dark.   Written By !!** Click

Lies Behind Your Smile

  What lies behind your smile? Not always sweetness or gentle thoughts. With teeth flashing like a blade of a knife, what you cannot hear in ones furtive mind, saves you from feeling fraught. She speaks with a voice of an angel – with lightness of words tucked in feathers of wings. Yet look closely

Monster House

Above, with the great help from FlyTrapMan’s slideshow, are only some of the monsters that live in my house. I love finding them in my bookshelves, peering from trunks, and scratching in the corners. The poem below, appears in my book, Dark Matter, which also features four scary tales from Fly. To download my books,

Quadrille Poem: Bloody Snowman

  The bloody monster snowman terrorizes the town, looking for maidens he can feast upon. His appetite is endless as he rips heads off. Sucking till they’re bloodless, be certain you’re not found! Do not look into his coal cold eyes. He’s sure to hypnotize.  Written By

No One Else Around

  Lovely girl of six with hair of gold and face of innocence. I felt a bump in my blanket – a lump unmoving and steadfast. It was her doll – face contorted, clothes in pieces, limbs dismembered. I would find it in my room for the next three nights. No matter if I hid

Haiku Poems – Howling through Trees

Wind touches my skin, and I shiver as winter unravels my clothes.   I hear souls howling through the trees in search of fruits now out of their reach.   The decaying pelt of once succulent berries – dried and unwanted.   Frigid ice and cold crush and numb this whirling pain – a storm that

Hungry

  He felt the drops plunk down on his nose. Of course, the rain would find his huge schnoz first! Her hand was grabbed as they dashed towards the widest tree in the forest. They laughed; taking shelter under its leafy canopy. He rustled through the backpack’s contents until two emergency blankets were discovered. Crinkly noises were heard