Category: Spooky

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Everything’s a Revolution!

Gonna set myself on fire.
Sparks flyin’, people cryin’, soul takin’ flight.
All’s for the best though. Just doin’ what I believe.
No one’ll see it comin, no precedent for this.
Gonna make a mark in history.
Talk forever ’bout me, the bravery, the soul on fire.
It’s gonna happen. Today, tomorrow, whenever.
Gonna set myself on fire.
Just haven’t found a cause yet.

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Yelling Unheard

Illustration by Sam Beck

Dear Ghost:

Your aged-old tactics don’t scare me. Stop jumping from corners. Stop opening your mouth to yell. I can not hear a word. Your weak attempts to get me to leave are silly. If you want my attention, you might try being nice. Greet me with a hug rather than bulging eyes and decaying claws. Try to smile. And… Happy Halloween.

~Frustrated Tenant

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Wedding Day Portrait

Bonded ox-hairs wet into a smear of ashen-pearl. Victor muses over his listless subject… her flat-sable gaze and overwhelming pungency. Over peaked shades of plum, he delicately strokes, asserting the translucence of her skin. THUDDD!!! She topples hard from the chaise. Victor unwieldy jigs across his canvas, cursing, “Thorns and nails!”

“Yyyyyg! Fetch more rope forthwith. And a tighter knot this time!” singing smartly.

 

 

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The Protégée

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

Red anger swirls inside.

This is my studio, my artwork, Damnit! If that twit says we once more, I’m going to scream! That nervy bitch dares criticize the crimson I use for blood… and to a patron?!!

I’ll show her blood’s true color!

Behind the studio, sharing a smoke, I slid my palette-knife across my protégée’s carotid, splashing a canvas.

The piece sold instantly.

 

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The Scarer

Illustration by Vaigh

I choose the most lit and safest home tonight; I crave the challenge. Costumed princesses and hobos bobbing for apples while parents check for unwrapped candy; I study their fears. Their quivering lips and racing hearts belong to me ‘til dawn. Childish illusions amuse me, knowing their tears and whimpers aren’t far off. They’ll not forget me… my return will always see to it.

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Game with Charlie

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

Peek-A-Boo! I see you.
Run and hide… there’s no way out.

Scream and shout… not a soul can hear you.
Feel my breath on your neck? Your hairs are standing on ends.
Naughty child, do hear those muffling cries next door?
Metal chains clinking… nails scratching down the wall?
Come and see… join the fun.

Let’s play all night long.
Peek-A-Boo… I see you.

 

 

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The Ticker Regatta

Casey hopelessly flounders behind his younger rival who suddenly lifts his oars and stands, letting’er run; they share a reverent gaze as Casey overtakes him.

Casey awakens to a sore chest and his doctor listening to his heart. “She’s sounding strong, Case.”

“And the donor, Doc?”

“College kid. Smart…an athlete, I think.”

“Crew?”

Doc reels, startled. “Yeah.”

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The Right Day

Illustration by Anon D’mowlse

“Today the day, Tom?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Geez, Tom! I thought you’d decided. You got the vodka, pills, plastic bag… a hose in case you use the car.”

“Damn it, some days are good, some days are bad. I’ve got to be sure. Trust me,” Tom winks at Tom in the mirror. “You’ll be the first to know.”

Tom winks back.

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