“Trick or treat,” the children giggling say, and as trickster I made my hateful way. “Deceiver,” my epitaph would have read had anyone cared to know I was dead. My infamy spread from Heaven to Hell, and Satan himself wanted to dispel rumors I’d outfox the father of lies; so, in drunken travels, toContinue reading “SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Jack’s Trick”
An excerpt from the diary of Sarah Richards September 11, 1692 My dear sister presented me today, my birthday, with a lovely leather bound diary! It is so lovely and she is such a sweet sister, I shall write as often as I can! How wonderful it will be to look back upon myContinue reading “SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Diary of Sarah Richards”
What’s it like to be an orange Pumpkin-head Only black sockets for eyes instead. And a cut-out smile full of seeds. Queer ears made of rings and beads. Inside, your brain is scooped out for pigs feed Leaving a dark void that doesn’t bleed. On top you’re like a crinkled dome. And your soreContinue reading “Ivor Steven: Smashed Pumpkin Brains”
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 canContinue reading “Night Clings Haiku: Find Your Horror Spirit Animal”
Have you ever been buried alive? Being dead is no fun, especially if you have to experience it while you’re alive. Victorian coffin bells allowed the living to rest in peace—these morbid inventions were created by individuals who suffered from a primitive form of paranoia which resides inside all of us. Nobody wants toContinue reading “Dark History: Victorian Coffin Bells”
Do you still have those horrific nights when you feel a shadow looming above your bed? You shut your eyes tightly and cling to your blanket with sweaty palms. Although you never go to church anymore, you find yourself praying, and promising God you’ll never watch porn again if you can just live through thisContinue reading “SMM Event: Write a 50-Word Story About a Classic Monster”
I’m neither here nor there, Half asleep or half awake. Not quite conscious, Like a drifting snowflake. Sinking through a prism, Where I fantasize and over-achieve. Seeing a blonde haired vixen, Thinking I’ve seen her tats before. I’m retreating, hiding, From her beckoning embraces. My drunken mates at the bar, Giggling and smirking, asContinue reading “Tattooed Blonde”
Wandering, wandering, wandering I’m searching, I am searching for any sign, a scent of blood, or taste of meat, to sate this driving, driving hungry pining state. Roaming, roaming, roaming desolate waste. Wanting, desiring an unknown place. Nothing is known by me, or seen or said, for I am—I am—of the living dead. Memories, memories,Continue reading “Journey of the Zombie”
Gather ’round, for it’s time for an SMM horror nursery rhyme sleepover. Dead Donovan’s werewolf doll ran into the woods, and now he can’t sleep. Would you read some terror-filled stories or poems to him? He’s addicted to disturbing and gruesome nightmares. Slip into your cozy, black and red striped Freddy Krueger pajamas… …don’t forget those Sasquatch slippers! Share your spine-chillingContinue reading “SMM Event: Create Your Own Horror Nursery Rhyme”
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 sadnessContinue reading “Tomorrow”
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