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Reasons why I am not allowed out:  This is from a real convo, between two people that love and respect each other. One of us is a might more on the religious side...  This is me... "But again how do we know that Jesus was perfect? He was human, and there is historical evidence to... Continue Reading →

I'm unhappy. Deeply so, and there's not a damn -ed thing to do that can be done to ease the ache rather, the sting. go ahead shake your head. it's quite fine. understand though, that life can be a royal twat and her choice of torture for your pun- ishments or transgressions is very much... Continue Reading →

Ye fecculant maggots Such slithering horrors come to Roil on the putrid shores Where the polka-dotted crackles fly Why, Hell is salty as lonely tears This sandy reclamation serves no purpose But to be agreeably macabre Maid, she laughs, in chilling madness Like a million bootfalls in unison And it stings with flares on full... Continue Reading →

Confession: I'm terrified to fall asleep again. It's no joke, kid, I swear I ain't laughin' It's like waking up underwater and you are barely able to tread water you're so close enough to ripple the surface that your fingertips dance lightly across but no matter how hard you fight to life the glass ceiling... Continue Reading →

She laughs like a bird in flight Rusty and soft as the underwing Gently chiding and kindly Cruel Fate It's a feeling of déjà vu without The sensation of reliving it Signpost or seductive lull One wonders what to expect When the body screams on a cellular level MOVE YOUR ASS HONEY And inexplicably one... Continue Reading →

Title photo Seppuku by Spanish artist Pejac The flight of geese outside my windows heralds the small death of Mother Nature; She, having fed on the vitality of summer, soon will lay dormant under a blanket of snow. So will I.   I've  tried to ask for help the only way I know how, and my... Continue Reading →

Truly, I wasn't sure he was real at first. Those wide guileless eyes, so full of truth; oozing sweetness and youthful innocence. Full to the brim with unfulfilled potential that it makes me ill. That alone is suspect. The confused cocked head, much like a disoriented puppy married with a glazed gaze that is meant... Continue Reading →

These are the truth tools; these which I use to torture myself. The sharpening stone must be wet and the tools sharp to hit home. I think I'm insane, or at the least, not so far from that ledgefall into hell or beyond. Thanks be Gods. No emotion, but that needling hot nothingness and a... Continue Reading →

  *an excerpt from Slaughterhouse Stories,  coming in October 2016* Airports.  A concrete pen full of rules and fragrant with the scent of human animals.  It is certainly not the place Abbegael Clermont wants to be.  She was supposed to be on a tropical beach with a drink in her hand, but her employers disagreed, as... Continue Reading →

You are illogical The way that things are/ Nothing in your mind/ Nothing makes sense/ in comparison to/ the human condition no rhymes and no reason/ I do not understand/ How you can be so - Save a libidinal overcompensation. ©MelanieMcCurdie2016

OPEN SUBMISSIONS: First Hand Accounts | #Horror #OpenCall

The Sirens Song

Sirens Call Publications is pleased to announce a new open submission for a horror anthology tentatively titled

First Hand Accounts

Anthology_FHA_ph.pngWhat does horror look like through the eyes of the witness? Whether the pivotal event is psychological or physical, we want it to impact us, to affect us; to make us never want to see it come to fruition.

For this anthology, we’re looking for stories of first hand accounts of horrific acts, unimaginable horrors, and terrifying moments. Take us into your worse nightmare and make us feel your fear, your pain, your frustration; show us what it looks like through your eyes. The setting is yours to choose, just make sure you chronicle what’s going down when the proverbial shit hits the fan and the world becomes a much uglier place to exist in!

Tales for this anthology must be written in the first person perspective. Feel free…

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I don't want to sleep yet Funny,  I'd forgotten all those sweet sleepy sounds That come after smiles and laughs and -  and - sigh I'm forcibly reminded tonight about how life is fleeting and it's damned difficult to accept the concept of just how fast things change. Time travel isn't impossible? Are you sure? Just... Continue Reading →

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