Monster’s Name

And by that mystery of heaven’s pride, the border where death and life coincide, was breath given unto mismatched remnants, held together with foreign ligaments. A hand from a jar, eyes plucked from the ground, in their proper places the most renowned. I am forged of vivisection’s treasures, every part wonderful in its measure. ButContinue reading “Monster’s Name”

Carver Contest 2016: Death-eating Grin

Don’t get comfortable, you deadites! Lurch on over to the stage and feast your optical nerves upon this grinning turnip! Happy, are we? The purplish, wrinkled skin is punctuated by two empty sockets. What? Don’t believe me? Have a look…go on…if you dare! A depressed nose sinks above a toothless grin—go ahead and ask yourselfContinue reading “Carver Contest 2016: Death-eating Grin”

Hotel Sin

  What is your vice? What is your #1 sin? Whatever it is, you will find it within. These halls beckon you to play that age-old deadly game. So what is it you desire? Is it to murder? If so then why? Perhaps you would rather die? End it all by taking your own life?Continue reading “Hotel Sin”

Horror: Stupid People

  A red substance flows from underneath Margaret’s bedroom door. Elroy’s eyes stretch into bulbous orbs as sweat condenses around his brow. He grips the doorknob, exhales a soft breath, and then opens the door.   Stupid Is As Stupid Dies   Have you noticed that people’s intelligence seems to be cut in half whenContinue reading “Horror: Stupid People”

Death Is Watching

  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”

Pillow Talk

She impales a sapphire encrusted silver loop through her earlobe, and then glides red lipstick across puffy lips. Black stockings constrict a pair of pale legs while she perches on stilettos.   He’s already passed out. Half empty bottle on the nightstand…same infomercial that’s been on for the past hour…drool spills onto his shoulder, absorbingContinue reading “Pillow Talk”