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UNEXPECTED WRITING TWISTS
Sometimes a story begins with a clear destination, only to turn down an unexpected road and reveal that it has been leading somewhere else all along. Sometimes an idea begins as something small—a scene, a character, a conversation, or even a single thought. You… Continue Reading “UNEXPECTED WRITING TWISTS”
WHAT MAKES A PLACE TRULY HAUNTED
What Makes a Place Truly Haunted? When we think of a haunted place, we often imagine an old house with darkened windows that seem to watch us back, creaking floorboards that groan under invisible weight, and rooms thick with the residue of things long… Continue Reading “WHAT MAKES A PLACE TRULY HAUNTED”
A WALK THROUGH THE SHADOWS
Why I Write in the Dark There has always been something fascinating to me about the darkness. Not simply the frightening kind, but the mysteries hidden inside it—the things we cannot explain, the choices we make when we’re afraid, and the question of what… Continue Reading “A WALK THROUGH THE SHADOWS”
THE HIDDEN
“The Hidden” Things turned bad again last night. I pulled inside my shell and closed up tight While you took your shots at me, left and right. Kids tucked in their beds, “Oh, what a fright!” The scars and marks cover all of the… Continue Reading “THE HIDDEN”
BATTLE OF THE BLADE
“Battle of the Blade” Salt bleeds into the cold ground, The demon makes a heavy sound. He stands before her open eyes, Underneath the empty skies. His fire hits against the stone, She stands in the dark alone. He offers her a crown of… Continue Reading “BATTLE OF THE BLADE”
CARNAL ROT
“Carnal Rot” I was pinned to the ground Jaws snapping at my face. Trying to fight back but its strength is overwhelming Skin tearing, ripping a chunk of meat from my neck, cold air, blood My body jerks Violently. The virus rushes through my… Continue Reading “CARNAL ROT”
DROWNING IN THE INK
Putting your secrets and pain into writing is the way you hide your experiences while releasing your emotions.
THE RUN
“The Run” I ran until my lungs were dry and thin, I crossed the water where the weeds are high; I thought I’d lost the shadow of my sin, Or whatever it is that doesn’t let me die. My throat is raw. My boots… Continue Reading “THE RUN”