See the Deaths Head Moths Take flight, take wing To settle upon every Shadow Every small light Each meager illumination Feeding the blackness Touching each Darkness Their wings flutter the dust Of spoiled dreams Of daydreams and desires Of love, of rage It boils the blood Begins the beguin A kiss that cleaves Love that … Continue reading Seeds



It pours from the sky The rain of seconds Minutes, hours Like gold dust in Our outstretched palms Precious jewels There is always time Though not forever It slips through our fingers As we desperately grasp At the ages, to hold close Intangible time From the moment we are born Screaming and bloody Into cruel … Continue reading Time

In League With Santa

Join us on a Christmas Journey with the incomparable C William Giles

In Darkness & Fire

Welcome dark readers to my page, the piece that I post today was written for a Christmas special by the Grue Family (followers & contributors of Rivers of Grue). Individually we were asked to complete a Xmas story for the Keeper of The Quill as a present for him and we had a great response to the invitation. The premise was that we were all out the night before Xmas, a secret Santa had been performed so we each had to get a gift for another member of the family, naturally knowing the individuals involved the story would revolve around horror & darkness yet still have a Xmas theme. Really it was a bit of fun with horror & darkness thrown in to the mix, everyone did a great job on their own parts meaning that in total the piece clocked in at over 80,000 words!! There were short stories…

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Pining Love. Read or Bleed

Duchess's Requiem

I opened my eyes and saw you.

Nothing else, just you.

Again. Always.

Without change,

without end,

without reason.

I closed my eyes.


I drifted.

Heard nothing.

Felt nothing.

Saw nothing.

But I felt you,

your presence,


I slept.



Warmth on my face.

I try to burrow back

into my dreams.

Where you are.




I can’t stand it anymore.

The world is gray,


without life,

without love.


Without you.


So many pills.

I take them, all of them.

I lay upon my bed.

I close my eyes.

I feel nothing,

weak, tired,


without you.


I open my eyes.




Crimson Duchess

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Train of the Faithless

In the forest of impaled saints Where the winds scream regret A mist deepens and throbs It is here in these malignant shadows The mask the veil wears To hide the most nefarious deeds Parts as a curtain Exposing the last station For those that ride the Endless Train of the Faithless The Butchers of … Continue reading Train of the Faithless

Vision Iniquitous

Through the shadows Through the gates Into the Place where Spectral flowers bloom Gristly garden blossoms Icy tombstones sentinel stand Their faces speckled with Crimson   Vision iniquitous, the air it ripples The sight your mind denies Such hollow sucking fear Mirror of the mind shatters as it Stares with dead pool eyes This malignant … Continue reading Vision Iniquitous


READ OR BLEED FOLKS. Delve into the Darkness and delight in the fear

toksister's Blog


Its a night like any other. Cold, & dark as pitch. I am driving home from a night away, and get a text from Mom. “Are you home yet?” “No, in about 10 minutes. Why? Where are you?” I assumed she wasn’t home, since she didn’t know I wasn’t. “Oh. I’m home” Then why….”Ok. What’s wrong?” I ask her. Now normally I don’t text and drive, but something seemed off about this conversation, so I continued. “Well, nothing I guess. I just thought you were home, because I heard someone go upstairs. And I heard your door close. And since Austin is at his dads, I thought it was you.” “No, but almost there.” I reply. This left me wondering, who was in my house? With my mom? Going upstairs, to MY room?

I had just left the big bright city, and driven out into the dark country night, which…

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Chasing Dreams

What dream are you chasing?   A wide open field Wild flowers dotting the green Sky so blue it rivals paradise It goes on forever In the distance Mountain, craggy peaks Tipped in snow Butterflies flutter Bouncing off each other In mindless glee Wings iridescent Gleaming in the sun’s rays What dream is chasing you? … Continue reading Chasing Dreams