Writings on the arts of Magick & Mysticism, Poetry & Lyricism, Humor and Horror/Flash Fiction
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A blood-curdling scream erupted from the living room, shrill enough to shatter glass. Gerald was napping in his bedroom. His eyes shot open. “Goddammit, woman, what?!” he croaked, not moving. He waited, listened. Nothing. Gerald winced and rubbed his temples. His blood simmered and his mouth was coated in paste. And Christ, did his head throb. Was it too early for a drink? What the hell time was…
Good Dreams, Second Movement, Number Eight
An old automatic car wash switches to 24 hours, which ends up being its first and last mistake.
Taken from Book C - Good Dreams, Fourth Movement, Number Eight
A widow must wait for a vinyl record mixed with her late husband's ashes to hear his final message to her.
A couple buys a creepy antique spider, which becomes even creepier when it disappears.
A short story.
Flaherty Fence of Beverly was the worst fencing company in New England. Well, at least in Massachusetts, but all of New England was probably a pretty safe bet. Their prices were ridiculous—but then again, the price of anything is ridiculous these days. Their materials were shoddy. And the quality of work was, shall we say, less than top-notch . Oh, Mr. Flaherty would give you his personal…
Harold didn’t have an anger problem, goddammit, and if you keep it up, he’ll punch you right in the fuckin’ face. He was a sensitive and tightly-wound old man. He cared about the welfare of others, which was head and shoulders over most of the other assholes in this neighborhood. He had a keen sense of justice, and always sought to find the high ground in any situation. Harold’s track record…
Suzie didn't like the word paranoid . Unless you were referring to Black Sabbath, she took it personally every time someone said it. She always assumed that just because she looked at the world a little differently, perhaps with a bit more scrutiny , that everyone around her thought she was “just being paranoid.” Because she was more observant, and more questioning, she was “just being paranoid.”…
