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.Continue reading “SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Burning Fears”

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SMM EVENT: Write a Halloween Themed Haiku

Halloween’s ghoulish fingers are wiggling through the ground—soon the dark spirit will once again rise from the dead. You still haven’t stabbed an innocent pumpkin? Ye gads! SMM’s goblins are here to solve your squishy dilemma. Aw, look at that! All this candy is affecting your ability to frown, isn’t it? Tsk-tsk. No worries, takeContinue reading “SMM EVENT: Write a Halloween Themed Haiku”

Ivor Steven: Smashed Pumpkin Brains

  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”

Night Clings Haiku: Find Your Horror Spirit Animal

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”

Fifty-Word Story: Rice

Jessie sat upright on the chair. I didn’t want to stand by him. “He’s your brother, Mary. Do as I ask.” “Dad, Jessie’s got rice on his face!” “It’s okay. We’re gonna take one picture.” Jessie didn’t complain, but the rice on his skin started moving. He smelled bad, too.     Deadly Fact Photographing deceasedContinue reading “Fifty-Word Story: Rice”

Tattooed Blonde

  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”

Journey of the Zombie

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”

SMM Event: Create Your Own Horror Nursery Rhyme

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”

Tomorrow

  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”

SMM EVENT: Zombie Tanka Party

When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will party! Gravestones are gonna shake, rattle, and roll—sink your rotten teeth into the living as you write a zombified tanka poem. Don’t have any ink? Use blood, of course! Not your own, though, because that would be inappropriate and somewhat rude.   Empty Grave IContinue reading “SMM EVENT: Zombie Tanka Party”