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 can

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 deceased

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, as

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,

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-chilling

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 sadness

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 I

SMM Event: Write a Limerick

Congratulations to  !!! Kristi !!!  She won Eilidh’s Tomato Witch print. Some days are serious and call for decorum. Well, that ain’t happening at SMM this weekend, so go right ahead and throw all that classiness out the window—it’s time to get wacky and maybe a tad obnoxious, too! Pour out all the goofiness from your pores…let it

Frosted Glass

  Looking through my frosted glazing. A winters Sunday morn. The piercing coldness, so bitter. A wind like razor blades. And my somber music plays. The slivering venetian blinds, so bland. Hiding little of the external Arctic chill. A frozen sparrow lays on the sill, Ready to fall, on dirt, so icy. A meagre frigid

SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest

  Put down your stake and pick up a pen—the SMM 2017 Halloween Writing contest is now open for submissions. You’re a 1000-year-old ghoul, and you know how to scare the hell out of people, so dip a raven’s quill inside your bloodwell. Write a horror story or scary poem: prove to everyone why they