Between the lines and through the lens…
A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hope […]
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A short poem of fear A haunting is happening in this house that holds me, a sinister spirit that lies in the shadows, a feeling of fear is feeding on frenzy as it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows. A breath is baying by this bed that now binds me with its fetid […]
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The Dead one I woke to a mouth already swallowing the claustrophobic earth that mounded itself over my naked torso like crumble over stewed apples waiting to be crisped but I couldn’t feel the warmth of an oven, even buried, as I was, so close to the sparks of hell but, instead of digging […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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A Short Horror Story. I don’t remember what happened before, no clue as to who I was, what I was, but afterwards, everything that happened afterwards is a completely different story, because when you open your eyes after death, you discover a whole other way of living. Tick tock, tick tock. There is darkness […]
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A Short story of Horror I’d been back a month, the city of light they called it, Paris and all its lovers, everyone hand in hand, lips locked like they were lynching the breath from each other and there I was, alone. It had become my city of shadows; dark, devious and doomed. Why […]
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Was he not tied and turned on the tide, was there not light and dark by his side, though the morning’s sun rose as his bride twas the black of the moon at night that found stride. Was he not washed and worn on the waves, was he not cracked like the sea cuts […]
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another reblog of my short story for the season of the witch and the rising dead… Happy Reading… A Short Horror Story. I don’t remember what happened before, no clue as to who I was, what I was, but afterwards, everything that happened afterwards is a completely different story, because when […]
Read More… Reblogging this old poem of mine, tis the season after all, Happy Halloween… A haunting is happening in this house that holds me a sinister spirit that sighs in the shadows, a feeling of fear is feeding on frenzy as it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows A breath is baying by this […]
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Today, two online journals are featuring my work and I am so proud to be a part of both of these amazing literary collections. Today was the launch of the first issue of Firefly Magazine, a journal of luminous writing, showcasing poetry, flash fiction, short stories and art. Check out issue one through the […]
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