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Prey of the Eyeless

Beneath the stars I entered the forest, machete unsheathed. The idea of a gun rejected early in my search. It wasn’t personal enough. I wanted to sever its ability to escape and run my hand over its face—it had no eyes; I wanted to make sure it could… 506 more words

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Brian James -  Brian James (reviewed by Dave Franklin)

By the time this album originally came blinking into the daylight from the depths of a small Brussels studio in 1990, James already had a pretty impressive CV to his name. 340 more words

Top 10 songs – week ending 18 May 2018

Current compilation of my favorite top 10 new songs. This playlist updated for week ending 18 May 2018. My #1 song for a second week is “Somebody” by Jillian Jacquelin… 59 more words

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The Damned - New Rose

The Damned’s ‘New Rose’, (Dubbed as “the first British Punk single” -note the use of the word “British” here, though we’re sure that this could also be disputed), which was released on the 22nd of November 1976, is still a fantastic blast of amphetamine-fuelled Rock with hooks galore. 43 more words

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After Midnight in the Garden

“Under the moonlight, that’s what my momma said.”

Ivy spoke to the night, her fingers digging into damp soil. “It’s when the flowers bloom, Ivy, and the strangest, best things happen when those flowers bloom. 497 more words

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Nina D'Arcangela reblogged this and commented:

A little planting in the dark does a soul good... or is that a little dark planting puts a soul right? Reblogged from PenoftheDamned.com, 'After Midnight in the Garden' by A.F. Stewart - have a nibble, it's got a wicked little bite!

After Midnight in the Garden

“Under the moonlight, that’s what my momma said.”

Ivy spoke to the night, her fingers digging into damp soil. “It’s when the flowers bloom, Ivy, and the strangest, best things happen when those flowers bloom. 497 more words

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Ashes

I open my eyes.

The floor is icy; that’s the first thing I notice. The flagstones are freezing, a leaching cold, and I can feel the warmth of my body seeping into the granite underneath me, though the temperature of the surface itself doesn’t seem to change. 408 more words

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Nina D'Arcangela reblogged this and commented:

'Ashes'by Scarlett R. Algee. A piece that tells of a summoning gone wrong. Who's up for a little damnation from one of our newest members of Pen of the Damned?