Your Stocking

I hung your stocking It’s lumpy and quite heavy Your foot’s still in there Merry Krampus !!! Happy HorrorDays !!!

Dr. Agonson: The Undying Heart

  I swear never my heart to give again, but locked away, letting it rest awhile out of the air—a shoebox burial— keeping its memory, so to forget the unfulfilled future. It still won’t die. I hear its thumping underground, beneath the wet soft earth it pounds and pounds. It will not go unheard. I

MegaEggz: Bound to Rebound

Like a melted bar of soap, Your soft resistance floats away. I think it’s time to fetch the rope, and I’ll leave it to you to pray. Darkness; kind hearts glow brightly. Rituals repeated nightly. Read thoughts become so slightly Restrained and bound ultra tightly.   ©MegaEggz 2017 Click HERE to visit Josh’s blog!  

Ivor Steven: My Dragon (The Trilogy)

  My Dragon. A Monstrous Dragon, breathing fire. Did arise from the gurgling mire. Dark gangrenous green, from head to tails. Claws blackened, sharp as nails. Purple secretions, from his scaly chest. A spear harpooned, a grizzly mess. Eyes seeping yellow maggot heads. My Dragon’s crying, and nearly dead.   My Dragon, The Revival My

2017 Halloween Horror Writing Contest Graveyard

  Boo! The ghosts, ghouls and goblins stuffed their ethereal maws full of caramel-chocolate. Yum. The 2017 SMM Halloween Horror Writing Contest inspired our spines to quake and shake—now it’s time to take a stroll through the graveyard…if you’re brave enough.       Click Here & Read “Diary of Sarah Richards”     Click

Grime Street Halloween Special: Pumpkin Guts

  Sharpen your knife and get ready to carve into a Grime Street Halloween special! Look over your shoulder while exploring this episode—a coldblooded slasher stalks the greasy alleyways. Wade Hackette investigates gooey murders and discovers a pumpkin filled with guts. A sick joke? Revenge? Insanity?  The scariest questions are the ones that can never

SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Memories You Never Forget

    My friend told me a creepy story from his childhood. I wouldn’t believe him, if I would know him so well. That night we were drinking and he, usually being very serious, spoke of one time, when he was ten… Kids love scary stories and like to test their bravery. Our little “squad”

SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: The Elf

        Kris opened her eyes and stretched and tried to blink the sleep away, then she quickly turned and snuggled in, not wanting to start the day. But as her eyes began to close, shutting out all forms of life, She saw him beside her, the Elf on the shelf, holding a

SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: The Girl on the Stairs

Madness neatly folded into softly bundled mayhem pressed firmly underneath that staircase. Those stairs pulled me upward in my formative years. The little girl at the top of the steps whispered in her eyes a preternatural glow “I’ll bet you can’t make it so fast… come!” she said slowly her teeth, sharp and gleaming every

SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Burning Fears

      I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait. And knowingly, I’m arriving late. The ghouls are spying from the hill. And lower fools are poisoning her will. Underneath her, a wicker complete. Above, she’s suspended from a stake. The bonfire’s started, against the rules. And the crowd’s rejoicing, as the fire drools.