“The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats…
Part 2: Canis Lupus Familiaris — A Season of Strange Writing Competition
She was a lovely lonely personShe was looking for a new startShe took her partner and flew awayShe brought them to a…
A glance revealed her ghost,her pale hand against the glass,white as bone, sheer as summer clouds.
Prisoner of my house
Prisoner of my children
You said, “I love you…”Gasped it in my ear and then you came;I lay there, trapped…
Hidden deep in wildernesswhere people seldom go,beneath some scraggly junipers,there is a tale untold.
fresh out of the kiln for the 13 Days of Dark and Weird Challenge
On Halloween, you kids take care.There’re ghoulish goblins out to scare.Don’t walk past cornfields all alone,a sneaking creature hides…
I know not who I am — nor whyupon this shallow grave I lie,for memories have feared to wake.Not sure how much my nerves can take.
