Raw Earth Ink
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Tag: Fear
Lord Rellik
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
For Better or For Worse
desperate dreams spread their gossamer threads across my mind, penetrating and perpetuating visions of grandeur. disgusted, or perhaps disappointed, I cast them far, flung open handed and wide. can’t win for losing, a voice whispers, but I snap my fingers and laugh sarcastically. or… Continue Reading “For Better or For Worse”
Hatcheted – Collaboration
A fever has overtaken my addled mind. My flushed skin feels tight, stretched, too small. In the mirror I see a reflection of a woman, but it’s as if through another set of eyes. I am a stranger within my own flesh. It wasn’t… Continue Reading “Hatcheted – Collaboration”
Time To Remember
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely… Continue Reading “Time To Remember”
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think… Continue Reading “Know Your Place”
Little Red
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes… Continue Reading “Little Red”
The Thin Veil
At the edge of tomorrow, there stood a moment, stretched out before me, the veil between this life and the beyond spread thin. A separation of body and spirit. I wrestled. On the one hand, peace and rest. On the other, small hands and… Continue Reading “The Thin Veil”
Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks… Continue Reading “Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration”
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