Consumed On lonely nights I see you therewhen moonlight steals into the roomor candles flicker in the gloom.When all’s asleep but me and you. When dawn’s song seems so far awayon sleepless nights, I hear you there,the creaking board upon the stair;your scratching in the ceiling tile. When mist is thick along the groundand seeps…
Category: horror
Actions Related to Indian Boarding Schools — Turtle Talk
Yesterday’s National Day of Remembrance for U.S. Indian Boarding Schools came with two developments. Sen. Elizabeth Warren, Rep. Sharice Davids, and Rep. Tom Cole reintroduced a bipartisan bill to establish a Truth and Healing Commission on Indian Boarding School Policies. The bill text is available here. In addition, Interior issued a press release announcing that […]…
#FSS 10 — Planet of the Apes Revisited — warning: sensitive material. read at your own risk
My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine, and a lump came to my throat when I… My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine, and a lump came to my throat when I saw that my voicemail had messages from the school and from the hospital. As dread…
#FF — Once Upon a Time
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas WARNING: disturbing content, so please skip if you need to. Bel loved fairy tales as a child. She imagined herself The Woodsman instead of Red Riding Hood; the Prince, not Rapunzel; and the Witch, not a child baited by sweets. As a scholar, her interest in myths…
Halloween Poetry — Manifestation Final Chapter — originally published in 2018
Today is the final chapter of the story, Manifestation. I decided to create a collage to illustrate the concept of the last chapter. Looking through the landscape images first, then to the fitting image of the goddess, I pulled out possible candidates. A fellow blogger, hanspostcard , had posted something about Gordon Lightfoot, so I…
Halloween Poem: The Forgotten Promise
This Halloween I am the bearerOf a tiny tale of terrorCloaked in gloom, I am the wearerGallows grin and red-eyed starerBuilding screams in throats, I’m snarerTime to leave – or stay in error! In her ear a planted borerGrinding jaws, consuming horrorLaying claim, brain’s apple-corerMerciless, doom comes for herUnless a cure can restore her…
#FF — Harvest
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson WARNING: may not be suitable for squeamish readers Rats gnawing. Stabbing pain. Falling forever. Maniacal laughter. Trevor woke with a splash, teeth chattering enough to chip his caps, in a tub he didn’t recognize. The water was ice cold – and pink. Head fuzzy, he cast about to orient. White…
