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
written by my talented sister Carolyn
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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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
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.
All titles will be available @Amazon.com
By all means enjoy these horror filled volumes in book or ebook form! Release date Late April on Amazon.com
Sometimes, when i'm alone/ almost by myself cos ghosts/ i wear pink with no makeup/ and let my hair go curly/ and pretend that i'm a warm/ blooded, a soft hearted girl/ instead of the cold minded/ all but invisible weirdo/ laying shrouded in bubbles/ adding salt to the water/ that is the truer image/ … Continue reading
What am I thinking? You don't want to know. No, You don't. Believe me, as a prisoned resident, I know from personal experience that It's dangerous liasons and cutthroat city in there. It's certainly no place for a tenderfoot such as yourself. Huh. So you say, with that devilish grin and a flinty glint in those … Continue reading dangerous liasons and cutthroat city
i'm not what i appear i wish that i were able to be strong or confident or assured of myself truth is that in intimate gatherings in smaller spaces and darker places the likelihood of a typical initial response is relatively high due to social programming however, the effort expended to maintain in this manner … Continue reading Fair Warning
When I think of you Sometimes I smile A little bit dirty because ... But mostly I just sneer Choke back the temptation To grab the nearest blunt And let my mouth run amok Don't misunderstand I do not indulge in hatred Rather, it's pity that haunts me That try as I may to hold … Continue reading Euthanasia
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 The End of Her Rope
This morning I did something I have never done before - while the children were bickering and the telephone was ringing and the television blaring - I snuck off to the powder room and quietly closed the door and then I slid down to the floor then with my elbows on my knees and my … Continue reading Crybaby
What are we but an insouciant society heaving with tarmac nightmares? The point is the scrum, not the blood...or reward And such sociable birds we be, Angels with vestigial wings that loom around the truths like a massive Henge. What could be used to excise those who claim ignorance when it is actually arrogance? Flaying … Continue reading Flensed
I want a drink. It is thirsty work Fighting your daemons Why not just give in? The bottle beckons; Dance, the cruel tease she Makes the poison glow The potion relieves Just one sip will make It all better - but It won't nor can it. Just another lie Like that from your lips ©MelanieMcCurdie
There's a woman in the mirror that I barely recognise - maybe a little around the eyes and in the ghost of a smile that seems to tremble on the verge of - I'm not sure but I empathise with the wistfulness that lies behind the false facade window dressing you know, maybe it's a … Continue reading bones don’t lie
I didn't come wrapped in a bow or pretty paper, instead I came home a raving silent mess full of anxiety and nightmares fresh from Hell. My wife said I was a gift, then, and said I should have died there at the end of our life together. She was right. I know I killed my … Continue reading Tinfoil Luna
The sandwich remains uneaten and forgotten, long since ravaged by mold. Beside it, the milk in the glass is nothing but crusty, yellow mud. The lunch now a mockery of what once was.
He leans against the doorway, peering into the fruitless dark of his son’s room. Clothes cling to his skin. Thirty minutes prior, he stood within the foyer, dripping in static silence after stumbling in from the rain. He realizes that nothing carries weight anymore. Except maybe his sodden clothes.
He wavers. A car passes somewhere in the night. Light cuts rudely through the room; shadows jump stiffly about the walls, scurrying into corners. Stuffed animals squat atop the bed, solemn smiles unflinching across their faces. A sliver of headlight touches the uneaten sandwich, illuminating the plate like a stage. It fades away—the show over, curtain drawn on yet another day. He hesitates, breath snagging in his…
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4:30 am. I'm awake and staring out the window at the snow, wishing I was asleep and not witnessing horror. But instead I am, and so are the deer busily scampering, their hooves a clip clop of wood on wood against the asphalt. It's cold and my smoke is dwindling, but I stay anyway with … Continue reading Frozen Soul
I despise Reaper, currently That motherfucker is off Polishing his bone or playing Peeping Grim through some portal The perv. Hey!! BONEDADDY! Think you could stop rubbing one out And do your damned job? For once? Instead of dicking about? ©MelanieMcCurdie
Maybe I do think Hell is full and 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 ignited a barely controlled passion that … Continue reading dybbuk box