creative writing

Fifty-Word Story: Rice

September 22, 2017 // 16 Comments

Jessie sat upright on the chair. I didn’t want to stand by him. “He’s your brother, Mary. Do as I ask.” “Dad, Jessie’s got rice on his face!” “It’s okay. We’re gonna take one picture.” Jessie didn’t complain, but the rice on [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Slasher Theory: Flip the Switch

September 18, 2017 // 16 Comments

The chainsaw spews oily saliva. And it’s hungry. What are you going to do? Let the jagged teeth eat you alive? When you’re reading a horror story, or perhaps watching a scary movie, someone will most likely bite the BIG one. It sort of goes without saying—death is the gooey butter [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Tattooed Blonde

September 13, 2017 // 6 Comments

  I’m neither here nor there, Half asleep or half awake. Not quite conscious, Like a drifting snowflake. Sinking through a prism, Where I fantasize and over-achieve. Seeing a blonde haired vixen, Thinking I’ve seen her tats before. I’m retreating, hiding, From her beckoning embraces. My [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Journey of the Zombie

September 11, 2017 // 22 Comments

Wandering, wandering, wandering I’m searching, I am searching for any sign, a scent of blood, or taste of meat, to sate this driving, driving hungry pining state. Roaming, roaming, roaming desolate waste. Wanting, desiring an unknown place. Nothing is known by me, or seen or said, for I am—I [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Tomorrow

September 4, 2017 // 30 Comments

  As I stroke you, I feel the darkness again— wanting to use you to rain down her pain. You cut into me with an intensity like no other. Every time I touch you, I’m jello. I quiver. In the dark, I hold you; a smile creases my face. Joy pours out of me; all sadness erased. Tomorrow, I [Click Here & Be Scared!]

SMM EVENT: Zombie Tanka Party

September 1, 2017 // 26 Comments

When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will party! Gravestones are gonna shake, rattle, and roll—sink your rotten teeth into the living as you write a zombified tanka poem. Don’t have any ink? Use blood, of course! Not your own, though, because that would be inappropriate and [Click Here & Be Scared!]