Fiction Come to Life A busy schedule and SNAFU Con made for a tricky October, but I got most days completed. And I’m going to finish this off with Day 31! Stories come to life on the page, And can transport us to any age. Majestic by all accounts, And the tension mounts. We liveContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 31”
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Spook-tober 2025: Day 29
Wasting Leo Driver Being born with antlers is a death sentence. Chronic Wasting Disease is why. It is practically becoming a zombie in real time. It is never consistent on when it decides to eat its host alive, but nearly everyone I know that has antlers like me ended up perishing in agony at someContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 29”
Spook-tober 2025: Day 28
Darker Preferences Leo Driver I’m never one to speak freely about what I like, but I have a bit of a fascination for dolls. Not just any doll, mind you, but porcelain clown dolls. And I’m not talking about the cute Harlequins either. I’m saying that I find the uncanny clowns intriguing. I just findContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 28”
Spook-tober 2025: Day 27
Depraved Leo Driver When I was turned on for the first time, what I saw were hopeful eyes and intentions strained thin. I thought nothing of it then, focusing on what they explained to me my purpose for them: “Serve humanity, protect us from extinction.” I obliged as told and then was sent on myContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 27”
Spook-tober 2025: Day 25
Routine Break I made a mistake I went to a haunted house I thought I could handle it I could not Now, my face is white My hands are shaking I can’t sleep Shadows are jumping Right from the walls It won’t go away I should have stayed at home Curled up under the coversContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 25”
Spook-tober 2025: Day 25
Routine Break Everything is the same everyday to the point that it almost feels like a cycle. The morning begins with a shower and then a bagel (B-E-G-A-L) with cream cheese within the slices. When the afternoon comes around I then have a California Club sandwich with a glass of OJ. Once it’s dinner time,Continue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 25”
Spook-tober 2025: Day 24
Horrors of the Mundane It’s lurking just out of sight My body quakes in fear I hug my knees Eyes glued to that corner A thin black leg appears I squeeze my eyes shut Nothing but a little spider Yet, the fear won’t leave
Spook-tober 2025: Day 24
Horror of the Mundane A house should be safe, warm, and welcoming. It should never be cold or confusing, never. Yet, mine was. It wasn’t aways like this, I grew up in this place after all, with the shift change so palpable that the iron could be tasted inside my mouth. I was 12 yearsContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 24”
Spook-tober 2025: Day 23
Fall to Ruin There is nothing left This phoenix will not rise again Wings have been clipped Dreams shattered on the floor The shadows creep at the door And there is nothing left Join them or die in the flames
Spook-tober 2025: Day 19
Bewitched Her beauty is entrancing Her presence is enchanting She holds my gaze I’m in a daze I’ll do anything she asks Behind these masks Our dreams can live Anything I’ll give She beckons me near I have nothing to fear Yet my body grows cold We were supposed to grow old The blood poolsContinue reading “Spook-tober 2025: Day 19”
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