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…
Category: horror
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…
TSS #7 — Released
His skin, so smooth and warm, his muscles testament to sweat equity and discipline, his smile bright as nuclear fusion, his demeanor solicitous and addictive. Three years she had been spellbound, three years she had suffered within the confines of tortured passion with a man whose soul was as empty as the vacuum of space….
#FF — On the fence
Trees surrounded the house like a cage. Tangi asked the realtor, “Why has this house been on the market so long? The price is more than right.” Inhaling visibly, the realtor answered, “Mechanically it’s sound, and there are no liens.” “That’s not what I asked.” “Once an offer is made, I’m able to disclose specifics,”…
#FFFC 55 — ET Factory Farm
A persistent urban myth is that aliens abduct humans and do weird experiments on us involving probes, after which they drop us back off onto the planet after giving us amnesia. The myth is unfounded — the reality is much different. Extraterrestrials do abduct humans, but not to do any silly experiments on us. They’ve…
dVerse MTB — evil in waiting
It was a regular Saturday morning for the junior bowling league, where my 10 year old son’s and other teams rolled, which took up many of the 50 lanes at the alley, but not all; there was open bowling, where looking around I saw a white man in his 30s or older with a young…
