Bloody and exhausted, the hysterical young woman had screamed persistently from the onset of the incident until she disembarked the carriage.Sirens wailed in the distance; paramedics were on their way. The jarring sound would normally have sent her spiraling, now, she found reassurance in the rhythmic drone. From moment to moment our perspective changes, she … Continue reading The Incident
Tag: Prose
The Fog
A word of warning. I'll be posting horror all week. Reader discretion is advised. If you're still here, welcome to Halloween Week! Skulking along the rooftops came a dense fog, moving with the elegance of a sleek jungle cat. The motion appeared conscious, as it swamped the town in a tightening ring.It billowed toward me … Continue reading The Fog
The Learing One
I play with people by way of the word If you haven't seen, I'm sure you've heard A little rhyme, something taboo Anything I can to unsettle you I'm always up for a bit of fun I'm not fussy, I'll fuck with anyone Edward Lear Born: May 12, 1812 Died: January 29, … Continue reading The Learing One
Hope
Hope is on strike There will be no declaration Three maidens in a row Two ducks before them The third man On the rope Waiting The Fine leg is up No slips The keeper breathing down his neck Hope Strikes Hard But he is caught in the covers By Love Decieved by the slower one … Continue reading Hope
Lost
There's no such thing as lost. Just because something isn't where you thought it would be, does not mean it is lost. Everything has a place where it belongs, you just need to know where to look. Can something be lost if it's in your memory or your heart? Items are misplaced, people … Continue reading Lost