I remember the moon was about to shine at that time. Her parents were still at work and supposed to be home at 7 pm. During weekends, she’s back at her parents’ care while she was left with her witch grandmother on weekdays. A hell week as she called it. And to avoid getting a … Continue reading “I Wanna Go Home…” by Helena.
A temblor, a rock by which is drawn together by the little tree in arms of darkness May darkness; in the blue perch of the eve, to sleep in the burial of the star, A leaf falls pooled on its legs; ersatz silence in a mind with a hole … Continue reading te amo.
Death in the ocean only comes once upon the prose tree in my mind, there is a darkness in the lithe stillness of autumn oaks now gone, as olive flowers; a fantasy heartless in horizon by Rome hills, a sea of loss is what we lost before to the ebbing across the fight … Continue reading death in the ocean.
A wish, these solitudes in dark wept, midnight exits in a dream, torturing you; emerges in oceans, as if the face of the sea-light is in a trance of wander, a dark mind urges this end of game; the half-lit stretch devours death quietly in hyacinth winter as we left; … Continue reading out of reach.
Hello and welcome back! We are on week number three of the Horror House Flash Fiction Contest. This week’s prompt is a painting: Free stock image from Shutterstock. The picture belongs to Matt Gibson. You can submit your entries in this comment section or even put a link of the piece from your blog in … Continue reading Horror House Wednesday Flash Fiction Contest #3
Just like a normal relationship, we had happy and bad memories together, but both I won't bring to my next journey. I will leave them for you to have something to go back every time you miss me. I won't be back for a while, or maybe for good. But, if ever I'll come back … Continue reading “I’m Leaving Everything To You” by Helena.
Of one memory, one for the end of the dark does not lie, I will not lie in it; darkness perfused I shut the window; here he bleeds, here he lies, though nothing is there. In furrows, mercy, it is laughable. The Earth succinct in waves in a lonely larva the dead poet’s dreams. Stand … Continue reading A sea becomes.
The sea and mind in gelid movement acquiesces to the euphoria in the distant laughter of gradual woven lines of darkness; let it die a thought in the consciousness of bare winter after dark and dark a derangement in the cold falls inside glistening we’re hiding in the silence; … Continue reading no promises.
If ever I were to meetthe dream by sea-green eyesas they sleep, a beveled glassyet a reverie, I would imposeupon those that leftin the legs of wombto a leave-taking of melancholyas death alone drownsas the darkened sunset drowns. A sway of dark weeps,the ocean bleeds in the lithe rockswaddled at the surfdebased into what is … Continue reading a dream that wasn’t mine.
Here are the rest of the flash fiction entries in the order received: Untitled by Chris Ludke. How did I get here? Being lost is normal for me because I move around so much. I often wake up and ask myself, “Where the hell am I?” It’s not a scary feeling. I’m also lost when … Continue reading Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #2 Entries.
Last week’s prompt for Horror House Wednesday was the following: “Where is your reality? Do you know where you are?” And the responses did not disappoint. It's always hard to choose, especially when they're all such great stories. All of them utilized the prompt in such an innovative way, but alas, I only can choose … Continue reading Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #2 Winner.
Hello and welcome back! We are on week number two of the Horror House Flash Fiction Contest. I’m hoping that we’ll get double the participation this time around, but the turnout from last week was still fantastic. This week’s prompt is this: “Where is your reality? Do you know where you are?” I found this old … Continue reading Horror House Wednesday Flash Fiction Contest #2
Hello everyone. I hope all is well today. How are you doing? I’d love to know. So... To the point of this: This is essentially a post looking for a participant to write chapter 13 in our story collaboration. I’ve yet to receive a claim on the chapter, and as time passes, the collaboration is … Continue reading Story Collaboration Notice and Reminder: Who wants to write Chapter 13?
Hello and welcome back to the Little Writing Workshop of Horrors Story Collaboration Edition. I decided to write chapter 12 since the story seemed to be reverting back to a hiatus, and I wanted to get the ball rolling so it wouldn't be on the back burner... I also wanted to chip in again. Can … Continue reading Story Collaboration: Chapter 12 Posted. Who wants to write Chapter 13? (Has yet to be claimed!)
Warbling, a pretty sparrow, she’s come to visit thee, to spread wonder and good tidings, perfection uttered, pure beauty to be seen. She scratches around the back garden, throwing her head back, intelligent eyes glinting occasionally, she is here with great promise, her effect is really something that needs to be felt to be believed. … Continue reading “Pretty Little Sparrow” by Lauren M. Hancock.
In a dream be it my monster in the eyrie of leave-taking be it my death for the throes into the sea; my monster in the dark lassitude unsure but illuminated in which there is the torpid leg of maple sap warmed with hisses of the sea; my monster through branches befalls me.
flowers for you bursting like a ghost; red and white violets that were in a market shop your eyes hunted them and they were yours; as the street calls out in loneliness the telephone replays with your voice engraved in a blue marble vase by the sea gone.
Everybody wants a peaceful life; Nobody wants to get out of strife! Everyone wants clean air; But people who plant trees are very rare! People want to be loved; But fail to embrace when it’s bestowed! We are mere mortals who live in constant fear, Losing the ones that are dear! We run behind money; … Continue reading “Life as they say!” by samuellawrentz.
Sometimes I wonder who you were, what kind of person you were. You were my father’s father. You are dust now. You are in the death of an ocean well. This glow like an oil lamp through my window as I write on the anointed page, I thought of you tonight; a star-still night that … Continue reading Grandfather. (Prose)
I turn and proceed to the next one, a small two-story house on the corner. The rich forest-green walls are caked with grimy mud at the bottom. I move forward dexterously, and soon I am through the door, my gun held up in front of me. “Team 294 present. By the New Law, you must … Continue reading “The Rainbow Room” by ikwords.