The hallway is full of the dead, wandering about with their faces glued to a screen with some slightly talented banshee screaming into their ears. The dead, with their heartbeats and the blood rushing in their veins like hot chocolate on a frigid night, living their insignificant little lives like any day they draw... Continue Reading →

It was none of my business as to why he started dancing with that particular devil again but finally fed up, I demanded a reason for it and the response made me think that he’d lost his ever-fucking-mind gone off his nut for good   I am drinking because you aren’t here and it has... Continue Reading →

That’s what it came to - Giving up Give up functioning Give up living Give up thinking Give up on everythingincluding how to loveeverything butdrowning in afucking vodka bottleand whining abouthow difficult thingswere for you, but heyI didn't know athing about it, did I?Your words, not mine Yeah, I knew it allI knew becauseI was... Continue Reading →

I remember that dayThat morningThat moment of disconnectWith no noticeA lost call with no closureNo dial-toneThe string snappedYou let go and that was the endNo more I love youNo further plans or promisesLooking toward tomorrowJust silenceAnd silenceThen screams ©MelanieMcCurdie2020

"You're always so cheerfulHow do you do it?" Are you sure that you want to know? I cry in my car Almost every dayI cry in my carThat's how I stay upbeatAnd how I can grin when grimThat's how I can stand thereDay after weak andWelcome people into my heartWith their dirty souls and handsWithout... Continue Reading →

Canada is a country We live above the United States And it's cold here a lot A. LOT. There are no other countries Within Canada's borders (although some disagree and try anyway) But we do have 10 beautiful provinces Including 3 awesome territories And a family of amazing peoples Fin   ©MelanieMcCurdie2019 All Rights Reserved

But what had woken her? Here, she, a ghost in 3D Was it a knock at the door? She feels for the lock Alone in the dark Spider threads catch at her face A sign that no-one had been there She opens her handbag and tips the contents onto the floor as the footsteps get... Continue Reading →

He kept absolutely still It was just for one nightNo one would catch himThe ghost of Livingstone estate, there had been many theoriesabout how she had diedabout how she had been murderedall anyone knew for sure was that The horse came back alone ©MelanieMcCurdie2019

No one knows it, but there is a zombie that lives across from me, in Apartment 4B. Not your Night of the Living Dead kind of zombie or even one of those slow as fuck ones from that TV show. No, 4B looks just like we do, for the most part. His eyes are more... Continue Reading →

See that woman? That being of pure knowledge, Standing, swaying with her bottle as her weapon. She will be the darkness in your life and The one constant in your life There is no light without it, nor without her A war will be just like a drug addiction – She intones this like a... Continue Reading →


A treat from Carolyn Graham

Words From The Underground


“Hello? Who is this?”
No one answered, just static on the line.  She’d been in the kitchen when she heard the ring.  No one ever called this late at night and she was leery about picking up the phone but she did it anyway.   She heard herself asking the question again and getting nothing so she hung up the receiver.  She normally wasn’t up this late but hadn’t been able to sleep well after coming back from the funeral so she thought maybe a snack would help.  She went back to the kitchen to finish her prep when it happened again.
**ring ring**
It sounded so much louder this time she almost dropped the plate in her hand.  She decided against answering this time but for some reason her voicemail didn’t pick up.  It just rang and rang for several minutes until she couldn’t take it anymore and picked…

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Making Merry is an excerpt from The Logical Circus of the Second-Hand Reapers, coming to eBook and paperback fall 2019 Making Merry The scent of roasting meat permeates the haze she is lost in and it makes her mouth water. She is nearly sure that this is a dream, as it must be; Therrien left... Continue Reading →

Dear reader, I wish I could tell you that it ends well Last night I dreamt that I was at my funeral"Not again!" shouted Scarlett Yes, again, and she groaned Last night I dreamt that I was a fish againIn a sparkling and cool riverI reflected on the past. Dear reader, I wish that I... Continue Reading →

You left me here, alone, after promising that I wouldn't have to deal with that for a good long time AND …AND you had the last gawdam word.You promised me that the last word would always be mine.You left me here with no answers.No one to give me lame-ass excuses or clarify what I feel... Continue Reading →

As time crept closer, those fluttery wings in her belly grow more frantic; sort of like bats in the belfry but lower. Her nerves jangle along with her bones, and she wonders, on nights like this, how a person can survive it. How can a human soul continue to exist under such conditions? The clock... Continue Reading →

Since when does belief in a god make you one over everyone who doesn’t believe as you do? This shit grinds my gears.  Who the hell gave anyone the right to judge me or anyone else over choices when you can be damned sure that the one preaching at you for having tattoos or piercings... Continue Reading →

When I was a kid I believed that Christmas was the most wonderful time of the year and that Santa could fix anything because he was magic then as I got older Santa was replaced with God but it came to the same thing eventually the magic wears off when you realize that no amount... Continue Reading →

My Mama named me James Andrew Moon but she called me her Jimmy Angel. My real Mama, not the one who pretends to be. I remember my real Mama. I am 7 years old and today is my birthday. The Mama I have now is mean and not at all like my real one. My... Continue Reading →

Most people complain about Mondays, and rightfully so, but for Yzabel, it was Wrenched Wednesday. Wouldn’t you know I, she thought, today is no damn different. The one day she didn’t want to be late to an appointment, and there is an out of order sign on the mirrored doors. “Jesus, I hate elevators,” she... Continue Reading →

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