The stalk of your sensuous shadow, haunting, the carnal essence of my soul's absolution. Absolving my lusting eyes as I repent the sins of my poetic gangrene penned by the Tarot. In the dark shade of this Gothic cult the griffin whispers through loveless...
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The Summer Beast
There is something terrible in the lake ...“Eddie’s dead,” said the female voice on the other end of the line. My caller did not identify herself, but I recognized Emma Lawrence’s voice. She was engaged to my old friend Eddie Blake. “What happened, Emma?” I asked, dreading the answer. “He went pad...
The Legend of Taddi and the Monsters
Taddi is raised up to help save his people from the Monsters…It was time. I looked at the tense, frightened faces around the circle and knew what they were feeling. I’d gone through my own first Hunt at their age and lived. But it was important that they knew what they were getting into and how important it was; th...
A flicker of blonde, that I once believed was gold. A heart seemingly full of kindness. Yet now there only seems to be a hole. A pretty face masking the ugliness underneath. I believed time would bring compassion, yet now there is only more hate. * Wrappi...
The Traveling Soul
Two souls connect without the restraints of context.Is one's essence defined by the age of the body, their culture, economic status, or gender? What are we without the context of time, gender, and culture? Tara's mother underwent a metamorphosis. Mildred wore different costumes of the mind. Each costume wa...
No matter how long he stared at the fuel gauge, he knew that it would not budge. Out here in the middle of the countryside, in the middle of a forest, in the middle of the track that doubled as a footpath and road, he was stranded in his brand new Vauxhal...
Containment
The Monster is the State, the Flaw within Humanity, the Light of the Gods, and the Monster will not be killed.[Helsinki/FI-27.5.2050-Containment05] [Subject: 6648] The video feed clicked on, blurring, and then sharpening to perfect quality. It showed a single humanoid figure strapped down to a metal medical table that had been repositioned to sit nearly upright....
Apples: An Epic Fruit
Take a Bite. Save a Life. Or maybe It only Summons Strife? C'est La Vie, let it be!Gardens are generally understood to be neutral ground. For all. Mortals. Immortals. Mankind and Monsters. Why else would so many myths feature them? Cannot get any more neutral than Nature. But what makes one a monster or a man? Why is mortality a thing a...
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Cold in this studio, sweet hypothermia with rigor's cummerbund. Curling around me coldly misty shadow, touching. Rising to the moonlight a little death-chilling. Laying me down in a land of dreams, spilling the skeins. Naked in my darkest dreams collabora...
Just Another Monstrous Tale
Maybe one needs to look with one's heart instead of one's eyes...A brutally honest reflection forecasts my nearing end, but at four years and a hundred, I can't complain. My head is bald and mottled; my beard rivals the snow; wrinkled folds for eyelids obstruct my vision. All memories have long since abandoned my decay...
Mitchell's Story: Part one
A few short bursts and the Messerschmitt was no longer a problem.“You wanted to see me, Sir?” The middle-aged man behind the big oak desk, looked up as Robert Mitchell stood to attention and saluted smartly. “Ah, Pilot Officer Mitchell. Yes, indeed I did. At ease, relax.” Mitchell moved his feet apart and removed his h...
Tears From Heaven
Rain drops are Loving Thoughts~ I opened my eyes ~ To find your tears Raining down from heaven. ~ You fought the good fight With all of your might Until heaven called you home. ~ Every day, Every night Your smile shone bright Now your loving Star Shines from heaven, bright. ~ With eve...
In the eyes of the dark now pale of the bark to be from the leaf of old mothers death hangs from the Tupelo gathering the thorns with the last breath of Autumn falling into the shadow of the veil in the eyes of the dark
Wiglaf - The Greatest Hero Of Them All
The Story of Wiglaf, Danish Hero,Chapter 1 Hrothgar, the wise and venerable king of the Danes, had passed away, and his son, Halga, had taken up the mantle of leadership. Halga was a just and fair ruler, but he lacked the strength and courage of his father. The people of the land were co...