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The man shadowed the woman from a conservative distance, slipping quietly into the night's long shadows. He was practiced at stealth, long ago death had been his business. Growing up in the south he'd been an avid hunter, skills that had been further refined in the marines recon unit. That was when the man had become a hunter of men instead of beasts. Sniper training had made him coldly efficient and infinitely patient. And so the man stalked the woman, who walked down lonely city avenues late this evening. He followed her remembering the skills of the past with deadly clarity as he tracked the woman with practiced invisibility.
The woman was small a delicate thing of barely five feet in height. Her pale features and dark hair gave her the appearance of a porcelain doll. She had an air of such fragility, such vulnerability the even the man who stalked her was moved by a need to hold her, protect her somehow. But that was not his task, not this time. He remembered the blood, the bodies
It had been his fascination ever since he was a child, the mysterious melody that every night could be heard near the shores of the ocean.
He had listened to it for as long as he could remember. There were nights when he wouldn't sleep just to hear it. It was a beautiful song, the delicate sound of a harp being gently played by agile hands. No one knew who played the instrument, but many swore that they had seen a graceful woman walking in the beach when the song was being played. Some said it was a spirit, others that it was a widow whose husband had been lost in a storm trying to signal him to shore.
He didn't believe in those rumors, he couldn't imagine that such a divine melody could be played by anyone or anything less than an angel.
The day came when his family left the small fishing town for a better life in the city. He didn't go with them; he decided to stay, giving his loved ones the excuse that he loved the ocean too much. But he couldn't fool them; as for anyone who k
Arbustus Ara - short story
Leper bark plummets from the Aberration's flanks, revealing plant material masquerading as mammal flesh. The slabs of bark bear the appearance of a tree's normal exterior carapace but it's inner side bears a resemblance to a thick yellow fat ... a fat that makes the most horrid noise on contact with the pool of blood at the creature's now forming lower limbs. The pool was pulsating wildly. One moment the tide of endless blood flowing from the demonic maiden taunts the nearby shores with threats of overflowing it's banks...only to be pulled back abruptly as the thing absorbs more and more of the blood beneath it. Each subsequent gulp causes more of the fatty rotten bark to give way, revealing further glimpses into the humanoid form this denizen of chaotic nature would construct.
My Father had always spoken of the fell nature of the wood, how a long forgotten sect would convene here and share dark secrets, revel in their physical forms with supernatural creatures and dine on the flesh of
Six Foot ThreeAnd, here's my attempt at a two sentence horror story. For, like, science... or something.
He was quite a specimen, blue eyes, six-foot-three.
I took him down so easily; but he didn't fit in my freezer, so I had to break his knees....
Cold ComfortCold Comfort
Robert Hammond looked out at the people trudging down the street with his tired brown eyes. It seemed like they were wading through knee-high water while the too-hot sun hovered just above their heads. He knew if he stepped out of the coffee shop, the heat and humidity would surround him like a curse. The police car's air conditioning had long ago given up the ghost, but somehow Robert still managed to drive with the windows up without bursting into flame.
He figured that all of this heat he endured was going to be useful when he died and went to Hell. Well, unless it froze over or they threw him in the cold section. Where was that he thought? The answer came quickly, the place where the betrayers went when they died.
“Sir, do you wanna refill?” The waitress asked breaking Robert's morbid train of thought. He just shook his greying head. Then he took another sip of his coffee. It was lukewarm, but now during the inferno years, lukewarm now was many years ago sc
The Skeleton In the Officeas marvelous condition
it was this, & the man
drank his coffee,
perhaps the dead were
returning from space,
ever since oxygen could
pass in exoskeleton to
lands & times beyond,
zombies kin to meteor
worm, to the eyes of
oxygen in it's starlight
post, could cost the
eye & toe it's brain
masks & suits the things
of strange u.f.o. alien
moving the beam & laser,
another full moon,
moving over the barrens
of the asylum,
& the man drank his
coffee, remembering very
little of anything at
CRAWL BABY, CRAWLShit faced in love with you again
Lost it at the crucial moment
Blowen a load, sidewalk to paradise
Bent over, bubbles in the blood stream
Ghosts in my soul, that uncertain loss of control
American chrome, accelerant in my blood stream
Stars and stripes in my eye's
Burnt out, the skies went black
My mindlessness an infestation of thoughlessness
an uncontrollable urge
Your gonna die, mother fucker
Dead in love with you
I Can Feel You. Chapter 6“What happened?” Riley asked into the empty room, but no one answered. She then tapped her cane against the floor and used the echolocation ability to help. Judging by the sound waves that resonated through the room, it was absolutely empty, not a living soul in it.
“No humans here,” Virgil stated the fact.
“I wonder why the door opened so suddenly and where everybody went,” Riley pondered aloud. “But it means that you can finally be free, Virgil. Do you understand? This might be your chance to get out of here.”
Freedom. Such a sweet word for Virgil. It was exactly what he yearned for all these years.
“You’re going with me,” he stated simply. Hearing this, Riley turned to face him abruptly.
“I can be free, yes, but I’m taking you with me,” the monster spoke. There was no sign of a joke in his voice.
“But… what do you need me for? A lowly creature like me?” Riley ask