Tag Archive: writing

Sweet Nothings

You’re an abscess. A hole in my soul. Buttered words in your oven came out warm and gooey. I sank my teeth into each one. Licked my fingers. Wanted more. One after the… Continue reading

Cyber Seas

I’ll send you my best thoughts and be kind. Your shadows I’ll tuck away. I don’t know how to ease your mind, or what words I can possibly say. Yet, here we can… Continue reading

Five Haiku Poetry: Slaves to Our Words

Photo by Stephen Hyun of freeimages.com You open your mouth – part-time slaves, part-time masters emerge–all your words.   My tongue finds each one. I taste and roll them around – swallow verbs… Continue reading


  Late at night, it knocks – biting hard and holding fast. Its name is “Regrets.”   Something else is biting at SlasherMonster! Read the blood chilling tale by clicking ↪️ ↪️ ↪️… Continue reading

Pour Into Me

  I can be your secret friend. Pour into me all your dreams. Tell me thoughts you keep hidden. I’ll stay silent. I’ll listen. Take me into your bed. Slide your finger down… Continue reading

Madness & Me

  Do you hear me? he asked – only inches away. I nodded, not trusting my words at the moment. The things he whispered made me blush. I cleared my throat; uncomfortable being… Continue reading

50 Word Story – Safety at a Cost

Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com)   He looked over the fence and saw endless grass and flowers. At a short distance, flattened against a rock, a rattle snake tasted the air with… Continue reading

The Ghost and the Writer

  The ghost leaned in watching as she wrote dark words that spilled from her world – filling the white pages with bleakness. No hope, she mouthed the words. The tears fell then;… Continue reading

Monster Masquerade – Julia’s Dream Part I

Julia’s Dream – Part I (By Nick Gibbs Poetry) It’s almost midday But you wouldn’t know, Heavy blinds Lock down the windows And thick felt curtains Trap light and sound And stale tobacco… Continue reading

Monster Masquerade – Hexenring

Hexenring (By Elusive Trope) traversing betwixt day and night familiar dun forest now rife with ferment scurry the legs move in haste ,