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August 19, 2019
 

It's been a long and busy week for her. As she walks on the side of the road, her backpack feels heavier with each minute passing.

Of course, it's not easy to carry a backpack full of body parts. But once she reaches the bridge and drops it to the river, it will all be over. Forever.

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June 2, 2019
 

Ghosts by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó

I believe in ghosts.

The haunting memories of nightmares past.
The spooky stories buried inside.
The life I thought I left behind.
The demons I thought I left in the past.

The scary torment of which I thought I was free.
The sins I thought were forgiven.
The bodies, deep; that I hoped were forgotten.
The creatures I thought were dead to me.

I believe in ghosts.

I see them taking form.
Circling, over a prey they thought was lost.
Rejoicing, that their moment has come.
For the hunt, has just begun.

I believe in ghosts.

I’m all alone in the dark.
A dark and creepy night.
Armed with nothing but the moon’s light.
I believe in ghosts.

ORIGINAL
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May 8, 2019
 

Short horror story

"Hi Henry, meet my friend, Alexander," says Mullin.

"He thinks he has Dissociative identity disorder."

"Oh! What makes you think so Alexander?"

Asks Henry, staring himself in the mirror.




[Writers note: Dissociative identity disorder (DID),  previously known as multiple personality disorder is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states.
Spoiler for dummies:
The three characters in this short story are different personalities of the Protagonist.
Spread awareness. Spread short stories! ]

Paper used: Evil Twin ( ironic)
Stamp: Authentic
Writer: Anuj Dasgupta
Penname and Instagram handle poe...

AUTHENTIC
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April 5, 2019
 









Can you see me?


I am the sudden coldness in a room.
I am the movement that catches your eye.
The familiar perfume that turns your head in a crowd
And the heaviness on your shoulder that comforts you.

I am the voice that whispers your name
And the feeling that you’re not alone.
I am here and I am patient my love.
Do not hurry to join me.


Gail Lapping 5/4/19

ORIGINAL
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April 3, 2019
 

I miss the cold breath.
Midst of nightmares it'd keep me awake.
Eyes couldn't see what the mind didn't know.
Somehow I didn't know her but I saw her everyday.
A reality I'd like to chase.
Now and then.
Not always.
Not forever.
Just during my nightmares.
To keep me awake.
The cold breath.

POETRY MONTH
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February 28, 2019
 

Unknown Desire

Another day, different thoughts and the time for another letter.
Desire is a word and feeling well-known to everyone of us. However, sometimes we don't really know where it comes from or what the causes are. It comes so spontaneous and unexpected but at the same time it is strong and could sometimes make us do stupid things...

I have a boyfriend for couple of months now. I am 21 and this is the first like real relationship I have. He is amazing and treats me like a princess. I love him and he loves me back. Everything is just as it is supposed to be and still... I had this dream last night. It was about a guy who became my best friend in the last year. I woke up and f...

PASSION OVER PERFECT
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February 21, 2019
 

My friends think I'm so done.
For each of I am a different person.
I can't show them, but still it burns,
Can't take their staring ya.
My blood doesn't flow it runs,
Playing with skeletons for fun.
Breaking, jumping, they'll learn,
That I am not normal ya.
I'll peel off the stitches off my face.
Play around with ghosts at my base.
I just enjoy this, this rushing fear.
Normal is what I don't wanna hear.
Crazy, maybe I am mad,Probably
the only psycho Friend you'll have.
Don't bother to ask me, if I'm alone.
And ask me if something's wrong.
I don't dream, cause it is a killer
The only butterfly that still is
Caterpillar.

WHITE CLOCK
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January 13, 2019
 

                The kiss of a lake....

With an axe stuck deep in my chest,
I walk the barren night woods,
The heaviness lost in foot steps,
A vicious red dripping down the handle,
An evident trail for the wolfs that follow,
Heaving, I took my final breath,
stepped towards the water bed,
No ripple in the darkness of her lake ,
A light hymn in black dress,
Calling me in,  a seductress
Dragging my bleeding self in her waters,
The chills now rose to my chest,
Bloody clouds leaving dissolving thin,
The copper on my lips said
My blood was tasteless,
vines of ice engulfing my neck,
eyes submerged deep in
saw the pain leaving in the bubbles that left my breath,
My tears unseen adding to her body,
...

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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November 13, 2018

THE WEATHER REPORTS

Some will stop on their way back home, just to weight
the rain falling down
the words still rambling about
between kisses and eyelashes, the wetness
a middle finger drum tapping
on one's head the images
drawn by you
spitting out words - love
incense burning, pleasure, dear
fear, death as a matter of
salvation

But, the weather report
was wrong - no rain
nothing ahead.

- Rogue.

ORIGINAL
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November 6, 2018
 



     It was always a good time
     Until I had to go home
     No matter how many times
     I had walked those woods,
     Making my way
     Through red leaves and fog,
     It never got easier
     A snap of a twig here
     Eerie sounds over there
     Too scared to run,
     Yet keeping a constant pace
     I always made it out
     But that didn't change
     Feeling the same way
     Next time around
     I can't help
     But blame my brothers
     For my fears
     Because of the movies
     They allowed me to watch
     When I was far too young.        JD





*The Long Walk Home* a true story
#RedLeavesAndFog #CMNovChallenge #WritingPrompts
#time #N...

DO NOT BE DECEIVED
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October 31, 2018
Cleveland, United States

      

      I hope everyone had a safe and adventurous Halloween!

           

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ROBOT
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October 21, 2018
 

             ~Insidious Horror~

I think one of the most horrifying and insidious acts a so called human being can do to another human being is the act of betrayal to a survivor of abuse. I’m talking ANY and all abuse defining betrayal by discrediting their story, shaming them, labeling them or otherwise using against them in a way to perpetuate further psychological damage or to utilize a
a form of manipulation to their advantage..

I’m pretty big on picking up red flags since my last relationship and the most recent one had a few BIG ONES only this time I didn’t allow myself to be drug down or pulled under but instead kept a safe distance to watch as it would all unfold..

Just as I suspe...

WHITE CLOCK
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October 3, 2018
 

YOU MADE ME.

Do you remember?
Why would you?
Inconsequential for you.
Just a game where you went from one person to another.
A epitome to the West world you said.
Chill, It's just a Heartbreak Nothing that cannot be fixed with some whiskey.
Well it did fix a few things.
Now you'll remember.
Always.
Wouldn't you?
When your beautiful face smashes over the infinite mirrors I planted all over this room.
When you wouldn't understand what's making your face wet, if it's the blood or tears.
An ode to the West world I tell you.
Same as yours. While you took the easy path. I made tough choices.
There's no turning back for me now.
As for you, You shall have your last bath.
When you are done with that...

THE EDISON BULB
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October 2, 2018
 

It's funny that watching you cry soo much.
Remember when we were little younger,
I made the mistake and you'd get beaten up for it?
Oh those days.
Oh and the dog, dad's favourite one, it was me.
I slit it's throat, oh the blood all over my face. I could just drown in his sorrow .
They thought you did it Hahahahahhahaha.
*Sudden change in mood to grim*
I feel jealous.
I do all the work and you get credit for it Johnny boy. *Shouting*
Not for Johnny boy, not fair.
It's time that I end this umm what should I say? The love hate? Na that's too cliched.
Oh never mind. Words *sigh*
Never find it when you need it.
*Smiling*
It's time I took what was rightly mine Johnny boy.
It's time for the rationa...

THE EDISON BULB
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September 24, 2018
Hyderabad, India

Dear horror story lovers,

It is my birthday Tomorrow, and as every birthday party even today me and my friends assembled at my place, took some booze and dozed off, suddenly in mid of the night I saw someone in the garden. I stepped down to see who was it. It was Rahul, my friend. But who was speaking to, that too facing the bushes. All I could see was endless darkness. I went near him and called him. He turned around and was totally terrified. I could sense a fear in his voice. His face turned pale and in no time he just fainted out, their itself. I didn't understood what was happening. Then I turned towards the bushes, I actually saw an image. A blurred image, it was a person. Crippled an...

DARK NIGHT
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August 18, 2018
Ahmedabad, India

I think that happiness is a scary thing!
As you grow up, as life starts getting complicated and multifaceted, happiness also becomes rare and unattainable.
So when you are actually happy to that level,
When it reaches From your lips to your eyes, when it vibrates through your body, when no part of you remains untouched and for that one moment you feel nothing but happy. It's scary, its fucking scary because you know the moment will pass and it will haunt and it will not come back soon.
Happiness is a scary thing because when you know what it means to be truly happy. You refuse to settle for less,  you daydream of the dsy you were truly happy.
Happiness is a scary thing! One moment its there ...

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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August 9, 2018
 

It’s an other night again and she’s against the clock, to lock her thoughts and throw em’ away in the nooks and corners of  her wits.

After the unsuccessful  strive to turn off her think island and enter in to the merry go round land of nightmares.

She thought, which one of them is better?

The island filled with sinking hopes, respiring despair and exerting exhilaration , or those nightmares filled with  jitters, fulminations and heinous every night.

May be I’d rather say, there’s always little bit of both.
Thoughts never end, and far out those eye lids fall.

DREAMS
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August 6, 2018
 

The Phone

Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar's music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend's phone to call mine.

After two rings someone answered, gave out a low rasp giggle, and hung up. They didn't answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home.

I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I left it ....

RINGS
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August 1, 2018
Epping, United States


         ~Inauspicious Injury~

We had agreed to meet halfway to talk (this would be our first person to person visit since the weekend of May 11-13,2018 and we broke up at 9:33pm on my birthday June 9,2018 because he totally blew it off and never even bothered to call or acknowledge me) and at this time, he has finally agreed to surrender the title to the Chevy Tahoe I had been driving since April 2018.. so we met up at a hotel in Devil’s Lake,ND but it was so late he was asleep when I arrived and I had no idea what fresh hell lay in store for me that fated early morning...

Little did I know that words we exchanged were to be futile, his sense of self and ego would rage, there would be n...

SAY HELLO TO SUMMER
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August 1, 2018
 

They're Just So Darn Cute

I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach 6th Grade, but I quickly realized that was a mistake. 6th grade is where the cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and the kids truly learn how to be terrible to each other. By that age, they're corrupted by gruesome videos on the internet and their peers crudely explaining sex to them. They have no respect for authority and no desire to learn.

No. 2nd grade children are far better. Their parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, drinking in all tha...

INTERNATIONAL ARTISTS DAY
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