Maybe I do think Hell is full and maybe, just maybe, I know for a fact that devils roam among us. Maybe I found one. Maybe I know one; and maybe he laughs like sin is a flight of fancy while he watches from his solicitous shadows. Enticing, that daemon, he ignites a barely controlled … Continue reading dybbuk box
Angel is a lone woman in an apartment that resembles a padded cell in an asylum, and the only friend she has in the world is a man named Calvin Moon, who happens upon her and a live internet feed while searching for entertainment. To Calvin’s surprise, he finds just that. The hitch is that … Continue reading Coming soon …
I just don't understand. I can't comprehend how using actual words does not make you heard. Then WHY, exactly am I wasting my breath talking to a deaf world full of people singing 🎤 me me me 🎤 ? I suppose ... I like the sound of my own voice? Still, it's a good question ©MelanieMcCurdie2017
Too much. You are too much. You're a mother now; you can't act that way. Can't you tone it down? Act your age please Be an adult! Gods woman, You are just too much - Too much of what? Too much of a human who loves life? Too real and raw for people to deal? … Continue reading Too Much
I am very tired My body runs on caffeine and good will A little duct tape just here for lift In my head is a very overwhelmed Lonely for her Love woman Running worries like numbers 123, 864 tabs running 24/7 365 I'd kill for a little rest and maybe Some peace of heart, … Continue reading Psyche Soother
I am indeed the best butt of some inside joke snicker, sure, cos it seems legit to you to do it but Just think a minute - tick tock tick tick tick - What if it were you? Huh, boo? What to do? Easy to pretend, ignore, deny deny deny But try to see it, iook through my … Continue reading The Silent Way
The Back-burner Yawp You know, All this magnificent mess before you, Beauty by My Eyes Bloody Well Ache... Remember me? That brilliant bitch that resembles who I was? It's tough on me too It's hard on ME, too Did you realise, that I'm getting hit from all sides? Forever explaining and justifying Swallowing my … Continue reading The Back-burner Yawp
Listen - Don’t talk to me like you know. You don’t know anything, not about me, not about my life. And. Nothing. About. Then. Don’t beg me to speak and then admonish my tale by asking inane and stupid questions, those whose answers still terrify me. Still, you claim you understand in a manner most … Continue reading Judge and Hangman’s Jury
Why don’t I believe in God? That, my friend, is a loaded question and the bullets are defined and honed to offend, no matter what my response But since you asked, and remember, this is my opinion, not yours - I think the fundamental lessons that we learn from birth, that unbidden and undefined … Continue reading Loaded Question
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Little Billy walked home from school that day, same as every day, past the old playground next to the abandoned church. Not sure why it was even still around…there were weeds everywhere and all the equipment was falling apart. Only one swing on the swingset was still intact. As he passed by he could hear the chains squeaking when the wind blew upon it. He wasn’t sure why but it creeped him out a lot. He wished he didn’t have to go anywhere near it but it was the quickest way home.
He had left school later than usual because Tommy was waiting for him outside the doors. Tommy was the school bully and he knew if he’d left when he was supposed to right after school he’d have been in really bad shape by the time he got home. It had happened before and he didn’t want to deal…
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For years it glittered The golden ring on her finger A well-worn symbol of her love and devotion In happier moments she wore it with pride, content in her emotional inertia Glad to have a warm body to cuddle up with Sometimes felt like a handcuff or a cage without bars on the long lonely … Continue reading Reaper’s Enchantment
I could climb the stairs again and again yes I know that - I do know that its the accurate definition of insanity, but - but what if it was just as difficult to stand in one place staring at the door for eternity never knowing that those stairs laying there beyond the doorway lead upwards … Continue reading the accurate definition
Just keep breathing I'm trying but Wheezing whining crying alone In the dark The elephant It's on my chest And it's giving delighted gifts; (huge butt wiggles) While I still try furiously futilely fight The constant war Between the lines Belief and faith Someone else's Views of what is Right or always wrong. But Gods … Continue reading Just. Keep. Breathing.
That’s right! FearFront Publishing will be releasing it’s 3rd wave of authors in mid to late April! These spooky and terrifying tales will have you begging for mercy! Yours truly is proud to be the designer for Fear Front Publishing and I am equally proud to show you the covers for the new wave of Authors! In my line of work judging a book by it’s cover is a must, therefore it is my pleasure to scare you, to leave you in a state of terror.
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By all means enjoy these horror filled volumes in book or ebook form! Release date Late April on Amazon.com
I bury it deep There, in the backyard by the smallish graves of all of our pets - The poor things, they're missed • I bury it deep Lay in the decay pitiful corpses In the lighter dark one ray of sunshine That reaches this place • I bury it deep Next to the bodies, where … Continue reading Watch the Garden Grow
Edge of your seat folks! More like edge of the bed Live screaming Live streaming tears Talk about true horror It's so loud Too loud Round and round Only the hammers of hell drown They fade out the noise Stop beating yourself! but how? How when your brain hates you Dredging up an old fleshy … Continue reading snap
Passion burns and she gasps Earthshake quivering over a rigid rising when he pulls the pleasure from her belly Rhythmic motion of riding the ocean sighs He watches desire rise from her chest It's a tsunami of tangled bodies Her cries rise like a bird in flight Both clinging to love like a life preserver … Continue reading dying in a drowning embrace
Let’s throw stones, shall we? No? You do already - Now, hard as you can Throw them into the water Watch the impact Smash the mirror image and Make the ripple a reality The splash is arterial spray or your own tears And you killed it Did it feel good? Did you enjoy it? ... Do … Continue reading Throwing Stones
You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Just had to have it your way, ply and plead over poetry and broken, useless promises Pretty words meant to crack veneer, like stones on a still frozen pond, you just kept hammering it home It did too, hit home, believe it a punch to the solar plexus a … Continue reading Hitting Home