Wade Hackette travels southbound toward the devilish Hellmouth Lounge. Sinorita is locked ‘n loaded and ready to go off. Sammie Redding gave the orders to kill. Something is written on a piece of paper. Follow Wade as he journeys into Grime Street’s local hellhole.
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Poem By Unknown User 666 I can still feel you Squirming like a fat maggot Somewhere in my brain. By Unknown User 666 !!** Click Here & Follow Unknown User 666 **!! Unknown User 666 2016©
Friday Fright at Frank’s
Story By Karina Pinella The fridge is empty; the oven is cold. Looks like no one is making dinner tonight. Brad decides to go to his friend’s house next door. Brad’s been known to drop by Frank’s house at odd hours. He rings the doorbell, but no one answers. He knocks on the door,Continue reading “Friday Fright at Frank’s”
Yon Side of the Canes
Story By Mary Cathleen Clark Sheriff Tackey drove by awhile ago, eyed me sitting out here on the front porch, drinking, watching the sun going down. I saluted him with Mr. Wild Turkey and yelled out a “howdy”. He acted all casual-like, pretended he didn’t see me. But I knew he did. He’s been watchingContinue reading “Yon Side of the Canes”
Grime Street: Filthy Crime
Wade Hackette lets the rain fall inside his black convertible as he lights a smoke. Lightning ignites a purple spider web above the rusted city, illuminating hollow towers of cement. Wade exhales a gray specter while raindrops fall off the edge of a brown brimmed hat. He parks the black convertible next to Jade Dragon—aContinue reading “Grime Street: Filthy Crime”
Poem By Doug Branson an oasis of sorts a refuge in the distance beings who stalk to be kept at bay for the moment whether they slither or prowl *The poem was written using the gogyohka form…a new form of poetry which has been developed in Japan by a poet calledContinue reading “Nightlight”
Ahhhh! Oh. Excuse me. Pardon the involuntary airy expulsion. How come bipedal mortals (humans) scream when they’re scared? Have you noticed that? Perhaps you’ve been the victim of an involuntary airy expulsion. What caused it? One of them eight-legged atrocities? A scary movie that most likely simulated the demise of a stupid drunk frat boy?Continue reading “Fearology: Screamers”
Poem By Phoenix Risen Oh, dark spirit, old and wise – hearken unto me this night. Give me thine ear, if only for a moment – that thou might relieve me of my plight. Look thou upon me in mine hour of despair, for a woman hath beset me. Another dark spirit like unto thee. SheContinue reading “Supplication”
Everyday Horror: Roadkill Blues
Everything is fine and dandy until you see something dead on the side of the road. Some kind of four-legged mammal…torn open…ruby tissue…chunks of mangled biology. A feast for the crows and worms. Roadkill is something many of us see everyday. This typical mammalian sun blasted gore may even blend into the environment. Oh…there’s aContinue reading “Everyday Horror: Roadkill Blues”
Poem By J.T. O’Sullivan Tepid tapered streams seamlessly Flow through rigid rivers in each Creaking crevice of his mangled Maze-like mind. Each turning twisting twirling whirling Step and stone through flesh and bone Beyond the walls a man; Alone.