“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
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Thorns and Briars (short-form cosmic horror)
Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
Something terrible this way comes.
Newborn, yet altogether dreadful. It will leave you changed, forevermore.
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 2: Returning
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
The Daemon (a poem)
The Daemon (a poem) A time ago I asked myself a question, knowing not where it led. See, I have lived my life a sinning man, I have learned that sinners can see through others, and sometimes see themselves staring back. Looking yourself in the eye, anywhere but in front a mirror, I call that … Continue reading The Daemon (a poem)
Down (a visual poem, 2018)
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Black Mantle (a short story, 2018)
Black Mantle (a short story) Tristan ran his fingertips over her legs once more, his touch lingering as he savored the texture of Elizabeth’s skin. She hadn’t been able to shave the past two days, so it wasn’t quite smooth, but it wasn’t so bristly that it turned him away from the sensation. More enticing … Continue reading Black Mantle (a short story, 2018)
Lantham’s Vision (a very short story, 2020)
The Vision (a very short story) Lantham sat as still as a stone, his soul tapped. Reaching across the space between dimensions, his perception was far gone. It was flying through open panoramas of unfamiliar star systems and worlds across the infinite and ever multiplying planes of the cosmos. His sight traveled billions of times … Continue reading Lantham’s Vision (a very short story, 2020)
The Trevor James Case Files: Interview #1 (a short story, 2018)
The Trevor James Case Files: Interview #1 (a short story) “Is it on? Is the microphone working?” Standing behind the tripod, Derrick silently sent back a thumbs up. The awkwardly large black headset made the young man’s intrinsic strangeness all the more prevalent. Derrick removed his left headphone to hear both the audio feed and … Continue reading The Trevor James Case Files: Interview #1 (a short story, 2018)
