fiction

Past Me

February 20, 2017 // 5 Comments

Kiss me one last time, as I throw you in the pit, where you’ll rot like the rest. Only in my mind will you be like you were – pretty and sweet, with a smile so wicked, you broke hearts with a look, but you came to the wrong place. You made the wrong man bend, but I’ll add you to [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Will You Be My Killingtine?

February 14, 2017 // 22 Comments

  Roses are red…violets are blue…I like blood and so do you! That special day is here—the time of year when love birds exchange boxes of chocolates or romantic pieces of cardboard, because nothing says ‘I love you’, like a holiday themed card from the grocery store. [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Humpty Dumpty Hung On A Wall…

February 4, 2017 // 38 Comments

Humpty Dumpty hung on a wall, Humpty Dumpty broke the law. The mourners gathered all the king’s nooses Waited until he said amen How many people did Humpty Dumpty kill? The number equaled ten. Mother Ghoul invites you to create your own horror nursery rhyme using Humpty Dumpty’s first [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Get Hexed!

January 19, 2017 // 6 Comments

Are you ready to get hexed? Put on your black cloak and desecrate those heathen walls! Spellbind and charm eyeballs with works of art, or unmentionable dark creations. Impale four tacks inside the body of a poster. Hang ’em high—frame hand drawn illustrations customized to your desire. [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Horror: The Frailty of Flesh

January 17, 2017 // 5 Comments

  Everyone suffered through the pain of an accidental cut—without diligence—our outward identity would be chewed apart by life’s serrated teeth. A scar is a monument to our frailty. We intuitively know a life can be trimmed with ease, just like a flower plucked from a garden. When we [Click Here & Be Scared!]

I See Her When It Rains

January 13, 2017 // 3 Comments

*Rain pouring* She’s standing there all alone. I’m not sure why she has been following me. I feel despair. Only when it rains does she appear. I’ve likened to naming her the Umbrella Lady. I’ve seen her in the past – always in the distance… Until recently. The last time it rained, I [Click Here & Be Scared!]

Winter Laments

January 5, 2017 // 17 Comments

Cabot downs the Scotch and welcomes its potency. The alcohol makes a soothing trail from his tongue, trickles like a warm river down his throat, and wraps around his innards like a searing bandage. This broken heart would take time to mend but for now, he’ll use whatever he can to numb the pain. [Click Here & Be Scared!]