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Blog postBoris Karloff Torrents of rain lashed down on the car as it rattled along the puddle-ridden and uneven wooded lane. The headlights created a narrow beam on the bald stones of the rocky road snaking through the forest, like skulls sticking out of the ground. Fat drops pelted down through the gnarls of overhanging branches, and the streaming rain caught the feeble shaft of the headlights. The water reflected the light, and Gloria imagined shooting stars streaking down from the sky. The scen
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Blog postBoris Karloff Torrents of rain lashed down on the car as it rattled along the puddle-ridden and uneven wooded lane. The headlights created a narrow beam on the bald stones of the rocky road snaking through the forest, like skulls sticking out of the ground. Fat drops pelted down through the gnarls of overhanging branches, and the streaming rain caught the feeble shaft of the headlights. The water reflected the light, and Gloria imagined shooting stars streaking down from the sky. The scen
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Blog postForeshadow An icy draft blew through the stuffy and crowded bar as the door flew open. Snowflakes tumbled onto the floor and the patrons hushed to a pregnant silence, waiting for someone to appear. After a few moments of nothing, they returned to their lively conversations, shrugging off the occurrence as the door dragged itself shut.
“Guess the ghost wanted in, Bill!” A man shouted and raised his glass.
Bill acknowledged the customer with a polite smile and resumed his -
Blog postForeshadow An icy draft blew through the stuffy and crowded bar as the door flew open. Snowflakes tumbled onto the floor and the patrons hushed to a pregnant silence, waiting for someone to appear. After a few moments of nothing, they returned to their lively conversations, shrugging off the occurrence as the door dragged itself shut.
“Guess the ghost wanted in, Bill!” A man shouted and raised his glass.
Bill acknowledged the customer with a polite smile and resumed his -
Blog postMind Full “This is stupid,” Edith wriggled in her lotus position. She moved her neck from side to side and straightened her shoulders. With a deep breath, she tried to focus on the yoga instructor’s soft, lulling voice as he led the class into a meditation.
Edith wondered why she was here. Her therapist had recommended yoga for stress management and, like a fool, she had obliged. The guy next to her squirmed and the rustle of his movement sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Someone b -
Blog postMind Full “This is stupid,” Edith wriggled in her lotus position. She moved her neck from side to side and straightened her shoulders. With a deep breath, she tried to focus on the yoga instructor’s soft, lulling voice as he led the class into a meditation.
Edith wondered why she was here. Her therapist had recommended yoga for stress management and, like a fool, she had obliged. The guy next to her squirmed and the rustle of his movement sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Someone b -
Blog postNoir The lighthouse orb carousels over the rocks, the ocean, the beach.
It rolls through the window and casts shadows on the parlor floor, the wall, the ceiling. Embers glow in the fireplace, twinkling with the swiveling ray.
The heavy pendulum clock ticks against the wall.
He sits in the armchair, still and silent.
Tick, tick, tick.
A merry-go-round, the beacon.
Light, then shadow on the gaze of steel.
Embers crackle; -
Blog postNoir The lighthouse orb carousels over the rocks, the ocean, the beach.
It rolls through the window and casts shadows on the parlor floor, the wall, the ceiling. Embers glow in the fireplace, twinkling with the swiveling ray.
The heavy pendulum clock ticks against the wall.
He sits in the armchair, still and silent.
Tick, tick, tick.
A merry-go-round, the beacon.
Light, then shadow on the gaze of steel.
Embers crackle; -
Blog postRecess “Give it back!” Cassie yelled as Paula taunted her with the little horse trinket dangling above her head.
They caught Cassie by the girl’s bathroom, and pushed her into the corner behind the gym where the recess lady, old and frail, never looked.
Becky and Kendra held Cassie’s arms as Paula glanced at her chest and noticed the dangling bauble on its silver chain. The tiny obsidian figurine glimmered with its Fool’s Gold sheen in the sunlight, and Cassie, helpless, wrig -
Blog postRecess “Give it back!” Cassie yelled as Paula taunted her with the little horse trinket dangling above her head.
They caught Cassie by the girl’s bathroom, and pushed her into the corner behind the gym where the recess lady, old and frail, never looked.
Becky and Kendra held Cassie’s arms as Paula glanced at her chest and noticed the dangling bauble on its silver chain. The tiny obsidian figurine glimmered with its Fool’s Gold sheen in the sunlight, and Cassie, helpless, wrig -
Blog postOrpheus in Hell Orpheus in the Underworld, Linda thought. Frank warbled and waved his arms like a malfunctioning octopus to Offenbach’s “Can-Can” booming on the stereo.
“Ignorant swine will know the ‘Infernal Galop’ when I’m through with him…” Linda mumbled through clenched teeth.
Not that Frank heard above the jovial din.
Rain pattered on the roof, and the wind drummed against the windows to the beat of the music. Linda stared at Frank; contempt raged in her eyes lik -
Blog postOrpheus in Hell Orpheus in the Underworld, Linda thought. Frank warbled and waved his arms like a malfunctioning octopus to Offenbach’s “Can-Can” booming on the stereo.
“Ignorant swine will know the ‘Infernal Galop’ when I’m through with him…” Linda mumbled through clenched teeth.
Not that Frank heard above the jovial din.
Rain pattered on the roof, and the wind drummed against the windows to the beat of the music. Linda stared at Frank; contempt raged in her eyes lik -
Blog postKing of the Castle Warren leaned back in his chair and belched. He patted his bulging belly and surveyed his domain. The family ate in silence and, though a dense cloud of unease hovered over the room, Warren noticed it not.
He took a sip of his fine wine.
Paige, his wife, was not a superb cook, unlike his mother. Bless her, Paige tried, but her meals were never up to par.
His daughter Romina took tiny bites from the bird-sized serving on her plate.Good, W -
Blog postKing of the Castle Warren leaned back in his chair and belched. He patted his bulging belly and surveyed his domain. The family ate in silence and, though a dense cloud of unease hovered over the room, Warren noticed it not.
He took a sip of his fine wine.
Paige, his wife, was not a superb cook, unlike his mother. Bless her, Paige tried, but her meals were never up to par.
His daughter Romina took tiny bites from the bird-sized serving on her plate.Good, W -
Blog postThrough the Tunnel Martin closed his book and yawned. The train rattled and shook. Tired and headachy, he wanted nothing more than his high-backed armchair by his blazing fireplace.
He laid his head back on the seat and gazed out the window. The landscape zoomed by in a blur.
Or rather, I zoom past it in a blur.
The brakes screeched and the hazy stripes of color became trees and shrubs. His heart sank; they hadn’t yet reached the city limits. The weariness of th -
Blog postThrough the Tunnel Martin closed his book and yawned. The train rattled and shook. Tired and headachy, he wanted nothing more than his high-backed armchair by his blazing fireplace.
He laid his head back on the seat and gazed out the window. The landscape zoomed by in a blur.
Or rather, I zoom past it in a blur.
The brakes screeched and the hazy stripes of color became trees and shrubs. His heart sank; they hadn’t yet reached the city limits. The weariness of th -
Blog postThe Magpie The ruined building had stood at the corner forever; melancholy with the architecture of a bygone era. The roof remained, though the walls had long ago crumbled into piles of rubble, like a pie crumbles when sliced with a dull knife. It looked like a big gaping mouth.
Byron walked past it every day. He felt a strange connection to the ruins and often speculated what they had housed and who had built them. One particular mystery were the faded posters pinned to the fence wh -
Blog postThe Magpie The ruined building had stood at the corner forever; melancholy with the architecture of a bygone era. The roof remained, though the walls had long ago crumbled into piles of rubble, like a pie crumbles when sliced with a dull knife. It looked like a big gaping mouth.
Byron walked past it every day. He felt a strange connection to the ruins and often speculated what they had housed and who had built them. One particular mystery were the faded posters pinned to the fence wh -
Blog postIt’s the Guys from “Supernatural” The highway stretched into the distance; the cold jagged peaks in the horizon never neared.
Karla and Rachel sat in congenial silence while Bruno Mars played on the stereo. It was a long drive and half of it was already behind them. The full moon rose in the shimmering sky as the sun set at their back.
“Huh,” Rachel breathed, “seems like we’re going backwards.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yeah, we’re driving towards the darkness as w -
Blog postIt’s the Guys from “Supernatural” The highway stretched into the distance; the cold jagged peaks in the horizon never neared.
Karla and Rachel sat in congenial silence while Bruno Mars played on the stereo. It was a long drive and half of it was already behind them. The full moon rose in the shimmering sky as the sun set at their back.
“Huh,” Rachel breathed, “seems like we’re going backwards.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yeah, we’re driving towards the darkness as w
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