Red hands open a kitchen drawer, and then wrap around a wooden handle. A golden shimmer from a nearby streetlamp bleeds through a window, coating the edge of a serrated knife. Thin tapered steel extends from the red hand like a predator’s tooth ready to bite. Dirty boots ascend a nearby stairwell—blobs of soilContinue reading “Slasher: Way of the Knife”
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Grave Digging
Poem By AJ O’Brien I awake within a black box beneath sacred soil. My heart hits a beat – tiny tunnels fill with blood, beginning to flow and boil. I claw my way out and happily arise within a graveyard dark, surrounded by the dead and forgotten goodbyes. I hunger for your pain as IContinue reading “Grave Digging”
Is There A Monster Underneath Your Bed?
Mommy kisses you on the forehead. She pulls a blanket under your chin and then turns on a nightlight. The wooden floorboards squeal underneath her feet while you pull the cover underneath your quivering eyes. Mommy stands in the doorway—a black shadow creeps across the floor as she waves a hand. “Good night. SleepContinue reading “Is There A Monster Underneath Your Bed?”
Woodbine
Story By Robert Emmet Megan was an ugly girl. She knew this, because everyone told her so. Even her mother. “You’ve a crooked nose, a chin like a frog’s arse; no man will ever want to take you as a wife. But you have other talents. You do well in school; if you applyContinue reading “Woodbine”
Phobetor
The light grows dim. Night enfolds me in a heavy blanket. Kiss on my forehead. Whispers of sweet dreams – snuffing out candle light. The peace doesn’t last long. Phobetor awakens me in the hush of the night. His cold breath icy on my chest as he clutches my heart. His fingernails tear intoContinue reading “Phobetor”
Earth
Poem By Bryan Hughes Earth Under my feet As I step close To your resting place Earth Dug from the ground Piles of brown dirt That you will replace Earth Thuds onto you Covers the smile On your sweet face Earth I pat the earth down MyContinue reading “Earth”
Hungry Cannibalistic Crab Spider!
Chainsaws. Spider fangs. Same difference, right? When you’re the size of a lady beetle, then they may as well be the same thing. Horror has a variety of nasty forms. A rip-roaring chainsaw chews through the air (or something else) like a soulless mechanical glutton. When you hear that motor…papapapapapa…something bad is about toContinue reading “Hungry Cannibalistic Crab Spider!”
The Fateful Undertaking of Leonine Crick
Poem By Nick Gibbs Leonine Crick hitting on middle age like a wrathful child with a stick whacking it hard against a wall. ~ Thickset, ruddy-hued not so tall as the coffin-lids that betokened his call arrayed in shades of polished pinewood and yew in the rose-scented parlour room where was his wontContinue reading “The Fateful Undertaking of Leonine Crick”
Forever Hers
Story By Poet Rummager Her name was Cara, and she loved boys. Barely seventeen years old, she had already suffered the twinges of an abandoned heart. Her father left home when she was seven, and no other man could fill his shoes. There was a photo of him on the night stand; a crumpled reminderContinue reading “Forever Hers”
R.I.P. My Fractured Heart
R.I.P. My Fractured Heart By Charles Payne We hold hands strolling among the rows and rows of markers. The grass well fed and green so like a park – an invitation to share a picnic lunch. — These headstones You say— are so close together and so small. I can’t bring myself toContinue reading “R.I.P. My Fractured Heart”
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