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Category: Writing and Poetry
The Teeth - horror Freezer Bride - horror "The Hollowing" - horror The Crestwood Incident - horror » Continue Reading
Gingerbread_man
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get to know me
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Basics age: 19 b-day: February 25 birthplace: Florida current location: Indiana eyecolor: brown hair color: brown boyfriend/girlfriend: single, looking siblings: none Parents still married?: never got married Occupation: caregiver Do you like your job?: its a job Who did you last speak with on the phone?: a friend What do you currently smell like?: ci » Continue Reading
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The Archivist of Silence
Category: Writing and Poetry
The room was always quiet. That was the point. Dr. Caspar Linz had worked in Sound Ministry Archive Room B-17 for thirty-two years. A room without windows, padded walls, and floors that swallowed footsteps. Silence lived here like a god, jealous of anything louder than breath. He worked alone. Always had. His task was simple in design, though crushing in weight: to listen, label, and, when command... » Continue Reading
The Apology Tour
Category: Writing and Poetry
Nina had six names on her list. She wrote them out in blue ink on hotel stationery: first names only, like they still belonged to her life. They didn’t. That’s why she was here. Just names now—ghosts. Maggie was number three. The sky was gray when Nina pulled into Maggie’s driveway, the kind of colorless overcast that made everything look more honest. She hadn’t seen her in fifteen years. A few Fa... » Continue Reading
Blood in the Cornfield
Category: Writing and Poetry
Georgia, 1977. The sun didn’t rise so much as bleed over the sky, hot and thick and red. It soaked into the earth, into the bones of the boys working the fields, into the peeling white walls of the farmhouse that sat like a ghost at the edge of the corn. Cal sat barefoot in the dirt, shirt tied around his waist, fing » Continue Reading
guess who's back - Blog 14
Category: Blogging
uuh been a minute, I'm sorry fr fr been having some medical problems that I'm hoping to fix soon but as always there may be side-affects and it also might not work so who fucking knows lol I seriously need a new phone like my god... basically, same shit different day » Continue Reading
What Burns Beneath the House
Category: Writing and Poetry
They said the house was haunted, but it wasn’t. The real horror was never the blood on the walls — it was the way love sat quietly and made you pick which vein to open. Jude lived there. She fixed up the porch with borrowed tools, dug the fire pit herself, patched the roof with sheets of tin she stole off a rusted trailer. She kept her boots by the door and her shotgun above it. Her tru » Continue Reading
The Time Between
Category: Writing and Poetry
The basement was cold, but not just from lack of heat. The air felt wrong — heavy and still, the kind of silence that had weight. Faint water dripped somewhere, irregular but constant, like a faulty heartbeat. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a sickly yellow over the concrete floor and the two women chained opposite each other. Anna sat with her knees to her chest, the skin aro » Continue Reading
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A Clock Made of Bones
Category: Writing and Poetry
Time was never soft. It was bone from the beginning— a white cage ticking beneath skin, measuring us in fractures. The spine is the pendulum: each vertebra a passing minute, clicking in rhythm with the weight of what we carry. The skull grins at noon, empty-eyed, watching us wear the hours like brittle crowns, calci » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I have killed in His name, cut down men with shaking hands and steady aim, watched their blood stain the dirt and called it righteous. I have whispered prayers through cracked lips, begged for mercy in the same breath I used to curse my enemy, wiped my blade clean and asked Him to forgive me. Does He? Does He look down at me, this ragged thing, this dog of war, » Continue Reading
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Lover, Killer, God
Category: Writing and Poetry
War touches me like a lover, bloody-fingered and breathless, pressing into every soft part of me until I am nothing but bone and gunmetal. She whispers in my ear at night, » Continue Reading
Devour Me
Category: Writing and Poetry
Love is a mouth with too many teeth, a hungry thing, gnawing, gnashing, biting down to the marrow and calling it devotion. Love is a carcass dressed in silk, a rotting thing made pretty, syrup-sweet words dripping from lips that bruise when they kiss. "I love you," you tell me, and it feels like the snap of a bear trap, like rusted nails d » Continue Reading