SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES

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 There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box.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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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; A MATTER OF MUD

  A Short Story The Americans and British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and Japanese, for some reason, longed to add more kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity, proffered some wicked wit as their rouged up […]

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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 STILLNESS IN THE BARN

  A short tale of fancy and fear. And so he waved back, and, as if brushing back the years, he remembered when they cycled through the lanes together, well, not exactly together, but in their group; he was there and she was there, though, in truth, it was not this particular woman, the woman […]

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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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THE MATTER OF THE MUCK

  The Americans and the British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and the Japanese, for some reason, longed to add new kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity and offered a wicked wand of wit as their […]

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STILL ACHING

  A Short Scary Story.         I’d been back a month, the city of light they called it, Paris and all it’s 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 […]

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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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