• Poetry

    Badlands (When It Rains)

    Drifting the badlands, I know you fell, Thought I didn’t see you, but I just didn’t tell. One more reason to loathe the only one I love, Another time to die, when you can’t rise above. No safety could reach us, we would just steal, Disoriented, we tried to move…

  • Poetry

    The Fall

    So the sun set early today, Saw your reflection in the water, by the way. Laughing and smiling through space and time, It’s a shame it ended and you crossed that line. Just one thing I will always know, How much you loved me before you let go.   They…

  • Creepypastas

    Remembering My Isaac

    1. She felt dazed and unaware of her surroundings. The room was lit by a circle of blue candles on a table opposite her bed. Despite the remarkably bright light, she lay in darkness. The folds of the curtains suspended from the rods above were thick and smothering. She struggled…

  • Creepypastas

    The Creep

    1. They found him several weeks after that night. His abandoned body lay in the remote woods, as alone in death as he was in life. The nights had been freezing and days barely above. The elements had slowed decomposition. I think it might’ve been better if it hadn’t. I…

  • Creepypastas

    Home Sweet Home

    1.   Oh, why not write these things down? Why not, I say? For what is real and what is not? I am suspended over what my doctor calls the “dream-reality haze.” Isn’t that convenient? After all, what would anyone that’s crazy possibly know? Even regarding our own health or…

  • Creepypastas

    The Beautiful Blue Mist

    1. Traveling down a long, darrk corridor, a candle is my only light. The tiny flame sends a ghostly glow out ahead of me. The damp darkness, almost foggy, sends a shiver down my spine as I wait for what lurks beyond. The unknown lies ahead, so calming and confusing,…

  • Creepypastas

    Zimbiki

    Day One What a beautiful day! I took the advice of my physician and embarked on the vacation of my dreams. Doc said my blood pressure was skyrocketing and I had to lower my stress level. What better way to end the stresses of work than with a vacation? I…

  • Creepypastas

    Kerosene

    The flame flickered inside the old rusting heater. Most of the device’s original beige enamel had been overtaken by encroaching red corrosion. The small mobile home reeked with the sharp odor of kerosene. Yes, the fumes probably were harmful, but it didn’t really matter. What a time for a storm…

  • Creepypastas

    A Dead Rose

    She watched the casket lower into the ground. The metallic bronze finish was dulled by the overcast day. She would feel despondent, lost, and alone if the situation were real. If that really was the person everyone believed it was. The coffin continued its descent. She knew she would want…

  • Creepypastas

    Impasse

    “What exactly do you dream?” The psychologist spoke without emotion, as was his customary manner, always calm, always placid. His office was placid. His life was placid. “What do you think?” She tried to get comfortable, but it was no use. There was no comfort to be found in his…