SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; SLICED

  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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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE BLIND ASSASSIN

  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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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE MONSTER IN THE MAN

  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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HUNGER, A SHORT TALE OF HORROR

  The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressing […]

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THE BLIND ASSASSIN; HALLOWEEN HORROR STORY

  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 […]

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SLICED, HALLOWEEN

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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SLICED

  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 a frenzy As it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows A breath is baying by this bed that now binds me With its fetid foulness that’s flitting by my […]

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