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Who are they…and what do they want?
damned 1: to condemn to a punishment or fate; especially : to condemn to hell 2a : to condemn vigorously and often irascibly for some real or fancied fault or defect <damned the storm for their...
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Judge
Steady hand. Fluid wrist. He commences, conducting an orchestra of pain across flesh. Razor twinkles. Nary a wince. Slash Slash Slash Rinse. Repeat. Torrid water singes skin. Crimson rivulets...
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The Vampire I See
Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. Heed me now. ‘Tis not a chronicle I do recount, nor a fable spun beyond your wildest imagination. Aye, I impart onto you a warning, and if wise, measure my every...
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You have found us
Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. You are now in the presence of the Damned. Within these pages, an eclectic gathering of dark writers and poets. Each a distinct voice. Each a bent mind. Each a...
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Beast
Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. Be still; your incessant fidgeting only diminishes your concentration. Do you not hear it? There. There. Aah, stark terror glazes your eyes…but it should not be...
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Dissections 1
Hand Poised On Knob You’ve had your bags packed For a very long time No chance to think it over Just grabbed your essentials Essentially you’re gone. But still you remain For what or why You’re not...
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Grieve
Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. Through this open sash wafts the spice of golden autumn, yet lulled into complacency dare be not. A harbinger, this essence, of sinister entities soon to stalk the...
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Run
A run; a run no different from any other morning that had come before. The sun groped with lazy fingers the mounds littering the reed-choked hills. Above the slickened grass, the evening gasped its...
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Sex-Starved Thing
Nails grate across stone; she comes for me. Hellish echoes impaling the frailty of my senses through the back of my skull. Scratch, ssssscratch. Blistering pants herald her arrival from somewhere...
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Sweet Nothings
Little bitch. Thought I’d never find out. I found out all right. Oh yeah, I found out. Knew it from day one. Just kept my mouth shut. Knew it all along. Six months and counting now. Kept my trap...
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Dissections 2
THIS ISN’T FOR YOU This isn’t for you This poem This song Everything and anything that’s ever come before. Cause you haven’t been worth my breath You haven’t been worth my time You haven’t been worth...
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Oats
Folks ask all the time how I came to be raising my brothers and sisters. I tell them that my Mama and Daddy, they just run off. Guess they tired of having us kids. I tell folks that. It’s much easier...
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Lullaby
It became my ghost, that lullaby—its virulent strain infecting not only the cloaked woods that surrounded us, but also the ears upon which it fell. It haunted us all, wormed its way into our brains...
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Memento Mori
Within Mr. Vanitas’ snifter, fine Scotch swirled; it clung in languorous beads along the rim. At length, he admired its legs. Then he spoke. “And so friends, yet another month we commence together. The...
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Apep
Had it been the sun that peeled skin from his neck or the sheer ferocity of his nightmare? Blistering splendor poured onto him from the unrelenting orb. Fire singed his eyes, shriveled his tongue—the...
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Sin Eater
Face stark crazed, she hurried him inside. Fingers dug into his arms. Behind him, the door slammed; a rush of damp air scurried across his neck. Standing in the cramped foyer, he listened as she...
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Dissections 3
DISSECTIONS 3 Dried Glue Your frown seems longer in the shadows and your eyes flutter like the autumn leaves that seek solace at my feet between us the empty shell of something once we’d born my...
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Crunch Time
Jeff Montgomery wanted to go home. His temples throbbed like a bitch, and the spreadsheets beneath his face shimmered like a watery mess. God, he hated tax time. Jeff glanced at his watch. Ten o’clock....
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Ward
Worse still than the muffled oppression of the hallway was the medicinal bouquet that squeezed her throat. If she walked much further, she feared she might not draw a breath at all. The clamminess of...
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Pathogen
Cleanliness is next to godliness. So I was ordained. I did not wish to realize what soon would become my mission – no, not at first. However, upon mahogany framed photographs, cabinetry and desktops...
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