The Maze

Poem By J.T. O’Sullivan Tepid tapered streams seamlessly Flow through rigid rivers in each Creaking crevice of his mangled Maze-like mind. Each turning twisting twirling whirling Step and stone through flesh and bone Beyond the walls a man; Alone.

Monster Art: Zombies & Trinkets

Last weekend was a blast; creating three monster art items from inexpensive finds at a flea market! Everything you see here cost me less than $10 to make. The round metal box, embellished with glittery beads, had a lid that was difficult to remove. I had these vintage 1950’s sour cream carton lids in my art studio, which I dressed up

Slasher: Way of the Knife

  Red hands open a kitchen drawer, and then wrap around a wooden handle. A golden shimmer from a nearby streetlamp bleeds through a window, coating the edge of a serrated knife. Thin tapered steel extends from the red hand like a predator’s tooth ready to bite. Dirty boots ascend a nearby stairwell—blobs of soil

Grave Digging

Poem By AJ O’Brien I awake within a black box beneath sacred soil. My heart hits a beat – tiny tunnels fill with blood, beginning to flow and boil. I claw my way out and happily arise within a graveyard dark, surrounded by the dead and forgotten goodbyes.   I hunger for your pain as I

Is There A Monster Underneath Your Bed?

  Mommy kisses you on the forehead. She pulls a blanket under your chin and then turns on a nightlight. The wooden floorboards squeal underneath her feet while you pull the cover underneath your quivering eyes. Mommy stands in the doorway—a black shadow creeps across the floor as she waves a hand. “Good night. Sleep

Woodbine

Story By Robert Emmet   Megan was an ugly girl. She knew this, because everyone told her so. Even her mother. “You’ve a crooked nose, a chin like a frog’s arse; no man will ever want to take you as a wife. But you have other talents. You do well in school; if you apply

Phobetor

  The light grows dim. Night enfolds me in a heavy blanket. Kiss on my forehead. Whispers of sweet dreams – snuffing out candle light.   The peace doesn’t last long. Phobetor awakens me in the hush of the night.   His cold breath icy on my chest as he clutches my heart.   His fingernails tear into

Earth

Poem By Bryan Hughes Earth Under my feet As I step close To your resting place       Earth Dug from the ground Piles of brown dirt That you will replace     Earth Thuds onto you Covers the smile On your sweet face       Earth I pat the earth down My

Hungry Cannibalistic Crab Spider!

  Chainsaws. Spider fangs. Same difference, right? When you’re the size of a lady beetle, then they may as well be the same thing. Horror has a variety of nasty forms. A rip-roaring chainsaw chews through the air (or something else) like a soulless mechanical glutton. When you hear that motor…papapapapapa…something bad is about to

The Fateful Undertaking of Leonine Crick

    Poem By Nick Gibbs Leonine Crick hitting on middle age like a wrathful child with a stick whacking it hard against a wall. ~ Thickset, ruddy-hued not so tall as the coffin-lids that betokened his call arrayed in shades of polished pinewood and yew in the rose-scented parlour room where was his wont