Hi, all! I enjoy writing horror, both prose and poetry. Working on my prose at the moment. Thank you for reading!
Hi, all! I enjoy writing horror, both prose and poetry. Working on my prose at the moment. Thank you for reading!
Sigh. Darkness again. When the lid is open, I suppose my home is fine enough. The platform I stand on sings like a choirboy, and the clockwork mechanisms underneath my pointed feet chirp: birds on the shoulders of the choirboys. That’s when my home is open, though. Like I said, it’s black now, and my arms hurt.
They’re above me, held high. I’m holding a particularly difficult turn, but the little...
“It will be a good day,” I repeated. “Everything will go fine, and you will feel better for doing it. For being there.”
I turned from a reflection that seemed to say, “You’re lying,” and picked up my car keys. The clock struck ten; I needed to leave now if I didn’t want to be late.
The even was fifteen minutes away. I knew the building, went on a date there once with someone I barely remember. ...
I watched the scene in horror on the VHS tape, coiled under my robe, tucked tight in my wheelchair. My limbs pulsed in pain.
The being we studied for years suddenly rose from the ground before us. I heard Mark crying behind me, looking on at something that we never thought possible. In the flesh, the creature looked different from our laboratory sketches. There was a human like aspect to its fac...
The doors slammed shut and I was left alone for the first time in days. I heaved a sigh of relief, taking in the quiet, the whiteness of the walls, the bareness of it all. I took a step forward. My footstep echoed as if I were deep in a forest, trees watching me walk by. Yet, I was in a small, square room, and I could see the end of each wall before me. Hmm, I thought. It’d take a bit to get used ...
To me, he was an idol. I saw him as if he were chiseled in stone in some ancient city, revered by men and women far and wide, as if people came to see him on pilgrimages. In reality, he was enabling my addiction and that made me see him like a hero; I see that now, but couldn’t ever then. He would hand me another glass, another shot, another bottle with generous hands. Always with trimmed nails an...
The baking bread surrounds me: I can taste it on my tongue, reminding me of my grandmother’s house years ago. I can smell it, too, and for some reason it makes me think of a friend I had in college. We used to talk about bread, and maybe even shared some once. My drink is steaming in the cool bakery. Everyone has their sweaters on, and I pull mine closer. If I weren’t working here, I would spend a...
The couple looked so gorgeous sitting there, beneath the oak tree. I watched from over the top of my book, letting the pages flutter in the wind. The read was fine, but they were more enticing. The woman looked like a supermodel. Flawless, from what I could see. The man was less attractive, but I had a certain pull towards him. I felt as if he could be my soulmate; he seemed kind in that way. The ...
They sway back and forth with the mediator, the wind, and speak volumes on history and ethics, morals and passion. The oak sits on the edge of the farmland near a birch. The two have been raised together, grown together, lived together. They’ve seen each other’s darkest moments: trimmed, broken branches falling after a storm. Yet, they disagree. They’ve seen the same days, the same nights, the sam...
“You know I love you, Manny. I always have.”
“You choose weird ways of showing it, then.”
“Well, I just struggle sometimes. You know my family. We didn’t always show affection. I’ve had to learn.”
“It’s been seven years. You should know by now what I like, what I don’t like. I know these things about you.”
“And I know them about you, too, Manny. I just forget sometimes.”
“Forget my favori...
You’ve heard of those monsters. The kind that lurk in darkness, under your bed. Unseen and unknown. You might be missing a sock, and your mother tells you it was the monster that lives down there. “Don’t be messy!” She says. “Or else the monster will get you!” You cry and be good, cleaning and doing your laundry. You peek under your bed at nighttime and sigh relief when to unsee that there’s only ...