The longer I was in this state, the more fearful I became of seeing the devil so I closed my eyes just in case he was about to climb on my chest and look dead in the eyes. Then just then a clip from Rosemary’s Baby popped into my consciousness Continue reading Witch! Witch! You’re a Witch! (Part 2)
For me it all started when I was 18 years old shortly after moving away from my childhood home. Perhaps everything begins when a great change in life occurs, and the greatest change for any was that slow painful realization that you are moving away from childhood. Continue reading Tales: Witch! Witch! You’re a Witch! (Part 1)
At his most extreme he would ride around the village in red speedos on a unicycle reading the Bible out loud. Then he would perform juggling tricks while reciting verses and hymns. Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Dwayne
The real change for me started when rumors about her family sneaked into the side conversations at every household in the village. First, it started out with village kids saying that her father touched her and Jenny inappropriately. Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 2) The Taunting
Last year I started something called 31 Days of Horror. There is nothing much to this and it’s no fancy sponsored event. I basically created a calendar in my Facebook account listing horror movies for every day in the month of October. I encouraged my 40 plus friends to vote on a movie they want on the list, we watch each movie daily then discuss them in the comment section. Continue reading Tales: 31 Days of Horror
Here is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a few years ago called Land of the Endless Babblers. A tale of the silly people I grew up around. Continue reading Tales: Peeping Tom & Greasy Man
137 days ago I met him. And yes he really is the son of John. A strong man with strong hands…who held me until I bend. Careful with lust they told me, it’s hot and burns deep to the bones. With lust I knew how to handle, but love was like buried bones. After 137 days I am still wondering how John’s kin inked me. … Continue reading Tales: John Kin’s Ink
I feel like the moon, Continue reading Tales: Lunacy
A sampling of my short story written in 2009. Of course, this is an autobiographical piece so names and locations were change to keep the peace. Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 1) and so it begins
When I was 8 years old, I dared myself to run away. I remember packing a small brown-bag with a box of cherry Jell-O mix, a pineapple top my mother saved for replanting, and a few dollars mostly composing of quarters and 10 cents. I decided that I would take a walk down to the river’s edge and stay there as long as I could. … Continue reading Hello Mauby!
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