Given three perfectly ordinary prompts, I’m not sure how I came up with the story of a young cannibal. WOW555 asked for “rage” or “passion.” … 424 more words
1 day, 1 hour ago
Fresh, bloat, decay, dry
Bless my body when I die
But hold the maggots.
Thanks to Skat for the title!
4 days, 4 hours ago
from my ceiling fan—
oak blades to severed wrists—
each finger of the set
and utterly dead, 442 more words
4 days, 8 hours ago
I’m walking alone down the hallways of an impossibly large, fancy, abandoned hotel. I pass by gothic columns of ribbed stone, and ornate stained-glass windows. Walls are the color of egg whites going bad. 372 more words
4 days, 20 hours ago
His Empty Space
Welcome back! It’s been a while, I know, but I’ve a lengthier piece of work to share with you all as a result of that considerably strange hiatus. 683 more words
5 days, 19 hours ago
Because the urge grabbed me and was decidedly Michael Caine about the whole thing.
I should so not be awake right now..
5 days, 21 hours ago
Tales of Fiction
Image by gubgib, courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net
I was so proud to work there. Every morning as I rounded that final corner I would catch a glimpse of the building basking in rising sun. 2,148 more words
6 days, 8 hours ago