Story By Poet Rummager Her name was Cara, and she loved boys. Barely seventeen years old, she had already suffered the twinges of an abandoned heart. Her father left home when she was seven, and no other man could fill his shoes. There was a photo of him on the night stand; a crumpled reminderContinue reading “Forever Hers”
R.I.P. My Fractured Heart By Charles Payne We hold hands strolling among the rows and rows of markers. The grass well fed and green so like a park – an invitation to share a picnic lunch. — These headstones You say— are so close together and so small. I can’t bring myself toContinue reading “R.I.P. My Fractured Heart”
Nature is horrific! It’s true. There are stingers and fangs behind every leaf. Take for instance this lovely six-spotted tiger beetle. Most people think tigers live in the jungle. These people would be mistaken…because there could be a tiger in your backyard…right now. And instead of big scary claws…it has tiny mandibles! Ouch. Continue reading “Tiger Beetle Murders Ant!”
The man with the knife grins. Serrated edges dangle above a crawling body while a bullfrog croaks on top of a dead tree stump. Laughter spews out of this man’s mouth. The body flails its fleshy fins like a fish ripped out of a pond…helpless…only so much time left… He snatches a handful of hair,Continue reading “A Million Bites”
Deliver me from evil Save me from the sin Rip my chest wide open Feel the heart within Beating in a way That demons will detect They will find my pulse They will resurrect Tear apart my rib cage Throw it to the side Take my dying muscle Find a place to hide YouContinue reading “Death Is Watching”
A twisting black ribbon glides through the air, its shape changing to the whim of countless pests. Darren wipes his mouth and evicts flies sipping from saliva. “…I don’t think so. Not this time.” He impales a shovel into the dirt—sweat drips onto the rusted spade while Darren heaves dry soil over hisContinue reading “Season of Death / Ashen Field Pestilence”
Close your eyes. A disembodied voice whispers: Imagine a monster. What did you see? Chances are your mental projection looked like some kind of toothy anatomical creature. That image has been burned into our sub-consciousness ever since cave tigers tore our ancestors into edible fleshy ribbons. Humanity fears anything that involves a mouth full ofContinue reading “Monster Theory: Inside The Maw”
Your breath shortens as sweat build upon your skin. A hole opens up in your stomach as an unsettling numbness radiates through your body. We’ve all felt the symptoms of fear at some point in our lives. The flight or fight response is responsible for these feelings—consider it a valuable curse from our sympatheticContinue reading “Fearology: The Wretched Gut”
Close the windows and lock the door. See that apron? Put it on. You’re going to need it. Grab the spines. I’ll hold on to the horns…and let’s carry it to the examination table. We’re going to dissect the embodiment of fear. Are you wondering what’s going to spill out? Great! So am I.Continue reading “Anatomy of Fear: Dissection”
What is horror? Is it blood ‘n’ guts? Confrontation with the unknown? A forceful perspective on mortality? In a way; the face of horror fractures into many faces. Horror doe’s not affect everyone the same: Some people flinch at the sight of blood, while others are unimpressed by its redden nature. Some people are strickenContinue reading “Monster Theory: Faces in the Mirror”
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