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Undying Love

  • 08 Apr 2018

A spark of life suddenly animated Arnaud Harte’s moldering corpse.   His body had been thrown into a large hole with hundreds of other French soldiers after the Battle of France – also known as the F...

The Secret of the Old Dunsmere House

  • 07 Apr 2018

If it wasn’t for the lightning, Cecil would never have gone into the old Dunsmere house. The intensity of the storm made visibility difficult. He was still, at least, an hour walk from town. The fierce storm lashed the trees t...

Regrets

  • 17 Mar 2018

Hey all. This is just a short story i wrote one day. Hope you enjoy it! Deaf voices all around me are speaking a language I once knew but understand no longer. A life of pride, indulgence and valour, foundations to the coarse wall of fear...

Home sweet home

  • 31 Oct 2016

I got home just as dark clouds began to fill the sky, making the afternoon feel like night time. The living room lamp was on the floor, probably knocked over by the wind, I thought as I placed it upright. I paid no mind to it because my work was c...

Tamer Of All

  • 02 Jul 2015

Body deteriorates at your coming Your victims you tame None has ever loved you None has ever invited you You saunter where demons fear to tread You cannot be stitched with threads For you’re as big a...

A Babel of Benighted Psalms

  • 15 May 2015

Death orifice my Libidinous command, I contras life's ecumenical demand! Now reach down in this thistle grim, Desolate me with the edged limb. Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead, A comatose where life and...

Leper

  • 07 May 2015

This chicanery of blood linen- weft about my arms. There where the Earth and Sun sexed, the burning pain once more vexed. We douse the seasoned line, muffled that perversion of mine. pain is my absinthe, l...

A Final Romance My final poem

  • 04 May 2015

I sprawl, alone; in the house of sodomy, the pain, it grows;  much like pagan blasphemy, and there, I stare;  I glimpse the rotting trees, they stake, so bleak;  rid of all their glee...

Thanatophilia

  • 04 May 2015

Make me as the Dead that rests, Where I find peace between the pests. As I descent on scarlet snow; The lurid Moon consumes my throe And like the flinch with Her lips, as fast the Moon too eclipsed. ...