Horror

The Memory Eaters

Prologue The last thing Margaret Henley remembered correctly was the taste of copper pennies. She stood in her kitchen at 3:47 AM, blood running from...

Brutal Bites: Cold Hearted

Samy’s inspired imagination, courage, and hope came from his father. He was the soul flame that kept him from freezing. Samy’s mother was the one who...

INCHES.

In our home, we wait until something is on its last legs before it is repaired or a new one is bought. The large glass in our back door was cracked,...
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Gold cherry
Story of the week

The Second Shadow

I At first, he thought it was nothing more than the winter light playing tricks. A low sun, long evenings, angles that made ordinary things look...
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Katie Fox.

We have all been out and about, minding our own business. Remember that girl on the bus? She had her throat cut; she didn’t even know the evil man...

Welcome.

They should keep ALL politics out of football! There should be no bending of the knee, for black lives matter, for all lives matter, and no gay...

After the Sacrifice

The altar was like a fountain of perpetual dripping blood. Kaar’s wife lay wasted on top of it as he leaned over her, staring into her lifeless eyes...

Ready.

People are at different stages of their lives. Some have just started their dream job, others have tried for a child through IVF and have just been...

Cynthia.

I remember when a work mate took the two cats that he fed, they were not his cats. The two cats came everyday and he fed them, they never went inside...
Cherry

All Hallows Eve

A revised earlier poem, somewhat apt for tonight.