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“Wasteland,” “Warmth,” and “Darkness”
Wasteland he was stuck in an everlasting wasteland one of the few able to see the real evils of the world, the evils that destroy and ravage even the…
Flying
Four months had passed since Beata had her bike accident before her friend Martyna could see her. First, she couldn’t visit because Beata was in a…
First Light
I prayed for death, as I felt it would be the only way I’d ever live again. Someone trapped me in a steel cage, with any chance of escape dependent…
The Long Way Home
The bells of St. Christopher’s were tolling the hour as Moe leaned his bulky form against the pole at the intersection of Washington Street and…
“Dark Nipples,” “I Command the Dead,” and “I Embrace My Darkness”
Dark Nipples “Must everyone know my nipples are dark,” she implored once in a Facebook message After finding that I shared a poem that documented my…
The Death of an Age
George stared out at the burning ruins of Washington D.C., his face grim and pitiless. Behind him was Thomas, seated on an old coach, smoking and…
In the Light of the Wake
In the wake of a first-rate funeral home, here in Burgos, they were watching over the deceased in his present box, speaking of him with respect and…
The Painting
The day Ms. Langerford’s fourth grade class went to on a field trip to the Minneapolis Institute of Art and Cole saw the painting, little did he know…
Terror House Radio, Episode #47: It Just Gets Worse
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor go solo to talk about 2020, Mia Khalifa's mask follies, and the history of…
Buried with Envy
“Did you hear that?” he asks softly, his deep voice breaking the silence. It’s a wintry Sunday morning. The rain is coming down in a steady stream;…
