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!

508

Writings

Followers

Following

Crawling

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

The dog crawled towards me on all fours. But then it stood, and had the face of a man.

Continue the story from here. ...

Horror

In The Hospital Gardens

Top 10

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

“What are you doing after your break?” The older man ashed his cigarette from the arm of his wheelchair.

The nurse shook her head as she knelt by his side. “Robert, I’ve told you before. You shouldn’t be smoking.” I watched as her eyes followed the ashes as the wind blew them into the nearby foliage: red, pink, and blue little flowers that seemed to be healthy no matter the season. Now, it was a...

Drama

To Seek Lightness Again

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

The mirror shows me, me:

Skin, hair, teeth

All three of which I no

Longer recognize after

So many years of:

Play, tears, and circumstances

That made me, me

Sadnesses and joys merge

With a twinkle of hope

Within my beating, child-heart

My arms may be rougher than

They were when I would sit

Beneath the oaks with lovers

My eyes may be clouded,

So unlike how they were

When I would admire...

Poetry

Drama

Red And Blue

Top 10

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is that my clan is not with me. The second, the smell of smoke and rubble, as if every rock I’ve ever seen pushed against each other to produce flames. I sneeze. I see blood. Then, I lift myself onto legs I no longer recognize and feel the bones trembling beneath me. My eyes dart from side to side: nobody else is here. Besides the crackling of the flame...

Drama

Mystery

Reaching Into Childhood

Anthony Cicchino

2 min read

_Four_

He reaches his hand into the sphere before him, twirling his fingers as if he were strumming up and down a guitar. Some would find the initial discomfort strange, but he still enjoys how it feels. The initial plunge into the psyche feels like reaching his hand into a bin of rice and beans and slime and mud all at once. Then, his hand is lodged, his soul is cold from toes to spine, and the ...

Science fiction

Mystery

Farewell

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

The thin, flat line in the distance

Grows taller - wider - more beautiful,

Sparkling with hues that cue the coming of

The sun

We sit on the peak, enrobed

In eachother’s arms

Caressing fingers that have wiped tears

Soared through the fur of animals

As well as one another’s hair

The cold mountain air

Brings us life, and the vigor of our love

Now I watch as the orb sinks down,

So small I...

Poetry

Drama

Siblings Like Flowers

Winner - 2nd

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

My earliest childhood memories are the scent of pinewood and a sense of tightness with the earth hard above and below me. Even now, when I walk through certain forests, I feel nostalgic to return to my birthplace: the ground. “Ground” is such a harsh word, I think, for where I came from. “Earth,” or even “grass,” would be better. My mother was nature, and she sprouted me like a dandelion from her ...

Horror

Mystery

Giggles

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

You get used to it, after a while. You always have your sense of touch, so you feel along the rough, stone walls with calloused hands to get from place to place. Your sense of smell is there, too, so you can smell; some areas dustier than others, some cleaner, there’s your bed, and there’s your box of food. You have your hearing, too, heightened in the constant darkness of a world turned upside do...

Drama

Horror

Tomcat

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Curled by the window, I smelled the tea

Steeping in the mug by your side

I stretched my legs and licked my lips

Each day, until you died

Our home became silent, bare and cold

My food bowl remained without food

Your hand did not reach to pet me any longer

Despite my rubbing and mewing mood

I left and it hurt but I walked on the streets

Seeing things I never wanted to see

I slept in the ...

Drama

Poster Of The Past

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

My face should be on a withered poster

Hanging on one, curved nail on a rotted

Wooden lamp post in a dying town

Declaring “LOST”

The image of me should be younger,

The version of me, older

Unrecognizable from who I am today

Covered in mental scars

Like wires across a telephone pole

- breakups, divorces, deaths, grief,

Self-hate, sadness, healing, back

To the beginning again - the face

...

Drama