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Black Poppy Opium

Ones and zeros, black poppy petals, dreams. Don’t you be afraid.
This is your own demise. Without fear you should have stayed.

Don’t you be afraid, don’t you be afraid, don’t you be afraid. 36 more words


Friday: As Luck Would Have It.

Friday sauntered into the back yard, having planned a lovely morning nap. He stopped with a start at the sight of a man whom he had never seen before, and who most definitely did not belong in Trixie’s back yard, reaching out to grab Charlie, the grey and white rabbit who had arrived with Kathleen several days earlier. 1,219 more words


'Heaven sent a hellish scent'

“Is that lavender I smell?”; He pondered out loud.

“How would you know?”; His wife chortled. “You wouldn’t realize if a dead cat was in here! 1,471 more words

Different Perspectives

Horror at the San Mateo Public Library ... Spooky Call for Submissions

With Halloween a scant two weeks away, it’s that time of year when many poets and writers turn their minds and pens to the macabre. 488 more words

General Interest

Inktober 2017 #18

“I awoke from mine slumber troubled with nebulous rememberances of ghastly things. I arose from the bed, no longer pleasant for it was dank with cold sweat. 86 more words