“Dark spaces and long empty traces of the world I have known Hope is fleeting, and history is repeating, hearts have turned to stone Voices calling the dogs are mauling, and no one answers back Echoes are silence, tomorrow will be violent There is nothing we can do about...

In simple terms, I cannot write the story as it happened.  I must dumb it down for those critics who refuse to delve into a simple dictionary.  Let us move on in the simplicity of common language that we all might understand. The bar was noisy,...

I want to wake up.  I truly do, but I cannot.  No matter how hard I try, regardless of my manifold tactics, I am sound asleep with the awareness of a man electrified.  I have no memory of ever being awake, yet I see and...

Craving attention, sharply and peremptorily acting out.  I have been disengaged from reality. I am in my own utopia, absorbed in thought, insanely agitated even with the least little distraction.  A fan blowing the edges of my paper in a waving fashion makes me want...

No other couple on the planet had a larger dragon to slay than Henry and Anne.  Maybe it was no dragon at all.  Nothing was as sinister as what the couple had allowed to crawl in between them and separate them.  First, this succubus came...

Manny “Rico” Esparragoza was a petty thief with big dreams and aspirations.  He had never amounted to much.  He was unable to hold down a steady job or otherwise.  His luck with the women was the same.  He had a tendency toward anger and violence. ...

As I wipe the mirror clean of the settled dust, the chaff, the ash, I, in fact, am erasing the last fingerprints known to exist of the one who only ever existed in my mind.  It was real for me, though I am told, unconvincingly,...

1 Corinthians 13:12 – Young’s Literal Translation 1898 “..for we see now through a mirror obscurely, and then face to face; now I know in part, and then I shall fully know, as also I was known..” We see through a glass darkly.  Irresolvable shadows from immemorial...

A man named Harmonious True stood at his upstairs apartment window, staring out at the city confronting him.  He wiped the grime from around the frame of the window, flipped the handkerchief over to the clean white side and wiped the glass in a circular...

“Devilish dolls, haunted houses, ghoulish ghosts, freaky frights, dreadful demons, bloodsucking bats, peculiar pumpkins, bizarre bridges, fiendish phantoms, atrocious apparitions, maleficent monsters, wicked witches, and all things that go bump in the night!  Welcome to Untold Tales Of Horror Now Told.  I am your host,...

Edward MacAllister enjoyed reading.  He was avid about it.  He was a borderline bibliophile.  He read books, newspapers and magazines.  Ever since he was a child he read.  He could not remember a time when he could not read, nor could he remember who taught...

Raw vulgarities and unspeakable explicatives in a seemingly everlasting anguish, embedded like a cancer in his soul.  Every unforgiven man has lacked forgiveness and thus has brought the pestilence to his own door.  In order for one to be forgiven, one must find it in...

Abraham had concluded his business in Abbeville. He had slept extemporaneously since he had arrived, but he was anxious to see home.  Home was several miles out of town, but it would be an easy walk. Abraham walked everywhere.  Transportation for him had been a horse...

When we moved into the house, we called it our home.  We were clueless as to what forces were living with us. It became apparent rather quickly we were not alone.  All of the events I am sharing, I do with reluctance.  I am not interested...

We met as we always did when Dr. Victor Monier returned from one of his grand adventures.  Our congregation was small yet fulfilling.  He called them sabbaticals or short excursions.  He never failed to bring back something tangible along with the most unbelievable stories.  But...

What awaits, is waiting for us all along.  There’s no changing that. The dug bore well had been on the property for 200 years, they said. It had been dry for over half of that, but folks would come by, toss a coin in and make...

We sat stoned out of our minds.  Dewey was seeing the ghosts of ancestors.  He wasn’t sure if they were actually his ancestors or not, but he was wild-eyed and making cooing sounds like a dove.  He was no dove, but he was tall and...

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