âSwallow something, canned, frozen, Ungodly festering source. Dragging and kicking and screaming for more, That burns, burns, burns, burns.â – Made Out Of Babies, âCooker.â âIâm not going to sleep well,â thought Olas to himself. He was sweating through his shirt to the point where peeling it off would take …
âThrough me you go into a city of weeping; Through me you go into eternal pain; Through me you go amongst the lost people.â – Danteâs Inferno âOkay, youâre not driving if you keep that shit up.â Mark snatched the keys from Scottâs hand, who couldnât even bother to protest …
This is the final entry in Stephan D. Harris’ Harlequin series. âSometimes I wonder; what exactly is a monster? Is it really something to be feared, or is it something to be respected? Is that frightening, hideous thing that stalks your nightmares trying to tell you something, something important? Maybe …
âLittle solace comes to those who grieve When thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting And this great blue world of ours Seems a house of leaves, Moments Before The Wind.â -House of Leaves. (Pg. 563) Greg was asleep. He had been for some time, as was normal. Depression has …
âWhat the fuck did I just read?â – Pretty much everyone. FanBoy97: Journal entry 1.) Oh, how no one understands the dark brooding angst stirring in my loins! I couldnât concentrate in school again today, thoughts of Him distracted me from my composition writing class. How could I possibly worry …
Related: Harlequin No.7 & The Kindness of Strangers âI ask him why above he crawls, scratching apart my bedroom walls. And he looks down through white eyes peeping, And says⊠Iâm not crawling, Iâm simply creeping.â –    Music & lyrics by Billie-Joe Kimble. The job of a …
âThe trust of the innocent is the liarâs most useful tool.â -Stephen King Somewhere out there in this great blue world of ours, across oceans and throughout time, there is a familiar face. Attached to this face is of course, a familiar person. This is a person that you …
âBitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.â – Maya Angelou I know of an anecdote, one about a little girl named Madeline. Little Maddie was seven years old, with dark chestnut hair and wide blue eyes. Everyone …
âYou can only hold a smile for so long, after that itâs just teeth.â ÂŹ- Chuck Palahniuk By the time I had made my way into town I was just about ready to collapse. Sprinting for your life through cornfields and over long stretches of gravel roads at 1:00 a.m. …
 âI couldnât exist in a world devoid of marvels⊠even if they frighten me to consider them.â –    Catlin R. Kiernan 12:09 a.m. Thereâs got to be something wrong with me. Seriously, Iâm twenty two years old and still afraid of the dark.  Iâm not a little …
âThe world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.â – Â Â Â H.P. Lovecraft My town has gained some notoriety in recent weeks. Maybe you’ve heard about the strange electrical storm that showed up in Charlottesville, N.C. overnight and then disappeared just as quick, or maybe you’ve …
âOver the river and through the woods, To Grandmotherâs house we go.â A great plague had fallen upon the land, and with it came famine. Many families had perished throughout this terrible season, and those who survived were subject to melancholy or madness. Not even my homestead escaped the plight …
When I was a small child, I was terrified of the dark. I still am, but back when I was around six years old I couldnât go a full night without crying out for one of my parents to search beneath my bed or in my closet for whatever monster …
âThou Shalt Love Thy Demon, For He Hath Damned Thineself To The Soul of Thee. Waste Not This Gift of Sacrifice, And Purge In The Flames of Mercy.â The corridors of the hotel still had the smell of laundry detergent and disinfectant. This smell, however, was obscured greatly by the …
