Midnight has passed and the moon is just a sliver in the sky above her.  At Glory Nobel's feet, a man lays naked and unconscious, and she nudges his still toned ass with the tip of her bare foot. Once upon a time, Theo had brought her here, and she fell to his romantic gestures and... Continue Reading →

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Bedtime Story

He's been there every night for years.  Ana Kazak doesn't remember just when the bone mask of his face first appeared to her.  It's like he's always been there, lodged in her heart, nestled like a baby dragon.  He glowed in the dim light that flowed through Ana's bedroom window, from the shadows, and his... Continue Reading →

I swear this is mostly a true story.  I’ll leave it to you to decide which part is fact and which is fiction: I’m standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and there’s a man standing on the back lawn. He shimmers, shivering, doing nothing but standing on the lush green grass, watching me with a... Continue Reading →

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING – YOU DID NOT PROVOKE ME TO LOVE AGAIN AND LEAVE YOU DID NOT MAKE ME LOVE YOU AND PROMISE ME FOREVER THEN LEAVE ME TO DROWN IN THE REALITY OF LIVING A LIFE WITHOUT YOU - THIS CANNOT BE REAL NOT WHEN WE WERE SO CLOSE TO OUR HAPPILY EVER... Continue Reading →

Thomas Taylor Davis https://bit.ly/2JQ4W5G I lost him on the 9th of July; I lost contact, although I tried and tried to raise him, I couldn’t reach him, and on the 10th, we all lost him. Many of you don’t know Tom the way I do, and that’s a good thing. It means I can open... Continue Reading →

This Mother's Day, I received a gift from my youngest son, Dave, who is 12. He had been given a story prompt in class, and what he created is a work of wonder. Teacher Comments: "Excellent Work Dave" and "Great Suspense! I love your vocabulary." (So do we all) Since he did so well, he decided to... Continue Reading →

I feel as though we live in a world full of false faces We are forced to wear masks, act is life is hunky dory, She wears a smile so all is sunshine and daisies It's a joke with no punchline. Nobody wants to look past their proboscis and Past the mirror in their eyes... Continue Reading →

Aphotic

The night grows deeper, without so much as a whimper, not even the gradual darkening of the day had taken place, as was the norm on those exceptionally long winter nights. Outside the cheery voices of partygoers, reveling in the holiday atmosphere, rang out, startling her from her daydream.  Fetching a sigh, she slips out... Continue Reading →

Recently, I joined hosts James Saito and Terry Sherwood on episode 4 of Sinister Inclinations: The Horror Show: My continued thanks to them both for having me along for the ride. On this journey into horror, we discussed my works including my upcoming novel, The Lunatic Posse, and also several other topics including serial killers, exorcist  and cannibal films. Please take the... Continue Reading →

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 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 hurt... Continue Reading →

Throwing Stones

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 →

they said watch the horizon

up and down … up and down … up the swells make my head explode my heart aches in sympathy for my stomach and my ears look for the horizon there is no shore out there only water, and the - burning alive, want water but there is none to be had surrounded by it... Continue Reading →

Once i was home. i was home to my family my body housed life and suffered death i lay in solitude, listening to him breath listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. it was Tuesday, late when he staggered to our bed still wearing that damned fedora and her perfume and nothing else i... Continue Reading →

I am so pleased and proud to share this! Coming this Spring to Fear Front Publishing Rolling the Beautiful Bones Visit fearfrontpublishing.com to see the amazing works available now and soon by the authors at Fear Front!!

Vacant Rose

It's easier in the dark. Alone doesn't feel quite so isolating wet cheeks go unnoticed Somehow, the bleakness seems a comfort Not unlike a pair of warm arms. She doesn't know I'm watching Lost in her rain cloud I'm positive that she'd prefer an embrace To the cold silence There she sits Cross-legged, nude, Tragic... Continue Reading →

a horrified shadow

If you have never felt hunger a desperation so deep in your gut that it gnaws at your bones and it speaks in vernacular tongues whispering to your pain addled brain in the devil’s voice it denies, tries to convince your starving stomach that it doesn't need that sustenance then you have no right to... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow is cutting day. Yup! I'm going under the knife! ... Admittedly, I'm a dight nervous about some legalised lunatic armed with nasty ass tools and enough meds to knock Godzilla into the next dimension being anywhere near my nearly perfect physique.  That was snarkasm, by  the way,   There's nothing perfect about this physique and... Continue Reading →

The End of Her Rope

It is the last straw, this, the last time. This time his whore came to our home, dressed, or rather undressed, expecting him to be ready for her. In our bed. Not the first time, but certainly the final time. I’ve paid, and dearly for his indiscretions, physically, emotionally, having to swallow my pride and... Continue Reading →

This story was written by my 10 year old son David as a surprise for me.  I am indeed, surprised and pleased,  I hope you will be too. Melanie "Sometimes a story gets so crowded you can't tell an original story anymore." Scott Cawthon • Part 1 He turned the key in the lock and... Continue Reading →

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