Anthony Cicchino

Hi, all! I enjoy writing horror, both prose and poetry. Working on my prose at the moment. Thank you for reading!

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Anthony Cicchino

Hi, all! I enjoy writing horror, both prose and poetry. Working on my prose at the moment. Thank you for reading!

479

Writings

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Back To The Forest

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

I ran, the leaves crunching under my feet as my bare toes splattered the rain and mud. My chest heaved with exhaustion, yet I dared not stop. They wanted to separate us so badly, for so long. All of these rituals and motions they made me go through, only to feel so despondent, so dead inside. Like she might feel now. I wanted to assure her that I was here for her still, always would be, and so I r...

Horror

Beach Body

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Alma stared at the rocks. They were brown and rough, like the ones back home. She didn’t want to be on the beach with her parents, but she was there anyway, because she sixteen and they made her come. Sure, Italy was fine, but so were the Seattle woods. She missed them.

With a sigh, she stretched and walked towards the shore. Her parents were at the swim-up bar, and had been there for quite some...

Horror

Mystery

Letting The Goose In

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

I stare at his little beady eyes and yellow beak in the fading sunlight. He waddles side to side, waiting impatiently. He said he has to come in, and that his name is Frank, only … I haven’t heard that name in years. That was my father’s name.

Understandably, I stand aside and he enters. He looks around the entranceway and the living room like he knows the place, and knows it well. He eyes the c...

Mystery

Drama

Wild

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Her hair was in my hand, and her head was on the table. The smell of champagne choked me, making me want to throw up the previous cocktails and the finger sandwiches. Christine was crying, trying to get out of my grasp. I saw the way she looked at my husband, though. Fiancé, for a few more days. Why wa he even here? She said …

“So what, Amy?! Let go of her!” Marianne shouted. “He’s here to see he...

Drama

Windows

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

I look out the windows all day. Sometimes, all night, too. At night, i can see what they call “stars” shining down in the sky. It’s dark besides that here. My pals roam back and forth and choose to stay away from the glass, away from the tapping fingers and prying eyes. I know it’s my job to appease them, to make them want to like me. I feel it’s my only way out.

Sometimes, I wish one of them wo...

Drama

The Note

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

“That’s sweet, Mark! Thank you!” I say, holding the paper in my hands. He left it at the bottom of the stairs, with one single piece of chocolate. It’s not my favorite flavor, but that’s okay. It’s the thought that counts, right?

“Huh?” He says, hugging me from behind. “What’s that?”

I show him the note and the chocolate. “What do you mean, silly?”

I’ve never seen him look so afraid. He step...

Horror

Mystery

Hazel

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Lewis and I met on the bus back when we were kids. He came up to me first, asking if I wanted to sit with him. I didn’t. But he pushed and pushed until finally I said okay. We became inseparable, spending the night at eachother’s houses more than we were at our own. In school, he was quiet, but when he was alone with me he really came alive. I came to know him better than anybody else, until he mo...

Mystery

Horror

Breathing

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Arnold liked it under water. Truthfully, it was all he knew: the cool waves, red coral, the squeals of dolphins and other friends. His parents lived in the same area his whole life, so he had lots of memories of childhood fun and meeting people, some now lost, among the shores. Yet when he stuck his head above water for the first time, and saw things he couldn’t even put into words, he knew he wan...

Drama

Apartment

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

From the third to the fourth floor, there was a secret passageway; that was always my favorite. Cora and I would run up and down the little concrete hall that nobody else knew about, hearing the neighbors through the thin walls asking, “What’s that noise, rats again?” We’d chuckle and wind up on the fourth floor, where the richer people lived. They weren’t always kind to us, but one time an elderl...

Drama

Carnival Booth

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

I’m packing up to move, one of the last boxes, when I glance down and see the strip of film from the 1996 Carnival. Same town, two different girls. I’m one of them. The other was my friend Abbie; I still remember going to her house after school, the sound of her mother’s voice, and the eggrolls she would always have ready to eat. She doesn’t remember me at all now, I’m sure. I know what’s on that ...

Poetry

Drama