Tag: Horror

Upon the Sky – Poem

Upon the sky I put my gaze A new light,  beside the sun, had entered the frame * Upon the sky I put my gaze Still shining brightly, What could it be? It’s a thing of beauty Lets watch it with glee * Upon…

Abandoned – Very Short Story

The floor was cold as I awoke. My jaw was sore and my body was stiff, and when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t tell where I was. It was dark. The walls were pitch-black but I could see a bed without a mattress….

The Cursed One – Very Short Story

My sight of deathly glare that drains away that which makes you sane. Only at nothingness may my eyes peer, and as such, my curse be sealed. In the darkness I hear the walls whisper my name; water drip upon the floor, having coursed…

The Necronomicon Consumed my Sanity

Some time ago, I bought a book called the “Necronomicon” it’s a collection weird tales from a weird author – H.P Lovecraft. Lovecraft has a very unique style and endless imagination, which is the entire allure of his stories, but, I challenge you to…

Night Call – Poem

Had a short poetry session with the artist behind most of my cover art, thought it was pretty fun… Me: Cresent light shine upon me Your way-ford light a reminder, of times ahead Your command the essence of my being Tell me what needs to…

Invisible Touch – Poetry Story

Gusts of wind sprayed water upon the wall, the wind howled between the narrow windows that looked down at the shore. The walls had protected the city for many years, but this night no invaders would dare to show, for walkers roamed in the…

God is Forgiving – Very Short Story

Year 1246 of our Lord Orwald Shilling writing: I don’t know why I feel the need to write this. Perhaps it’s a desire to be understood, perhaps it is just one of those selfish acts which we human are so famous for? All people…

Chilly Night Poem – Query

In the last story I made a lot of changes from the original to make sure it made sense, but now I’m curious, which one do you prefer? The last one, or, this one: Look through the midnight winter and the frost beyond your…

Chilly Night – Poetry Story

Through the darkness and the cold, the house creaked through the winter storm And on the driveway, in this winter’s night, a couple emerged Banging on the door, trying to get inside The door opened, without a sound Only their footsteps echoed through an…

Walking Fear – Very Short Story

The mist churned on the paved street, engulfing the road until their was nothing but misty fog beneath our feet. People rushed inside their homes and barred the doors – like always when the moon was full. Was there ever a time when the…

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