Tag: horror

Parallel #4: Widdershins

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A giant spider with a girl’s head sidles up the embankment We know about her Kicking up the dust Making sculptures from time Keep the ghosts of memory close Surround yourself with images Representations of security Jaded Going backwards now Fragments and then fullness Return from the swarm of bats Widdershins Sounds so sinister But… Continue reading Parallel #4: Widdershins

Dream Sequence #2

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2.1 Three brothers were coded with special powers at birth. All grew to have thick skin and huge muscles. One didn’t care for the myth and parted ways with the others to live an ordinary life. Two spent years unlocking the various codes within themselves to unleash their powers. At first they helped one another,… Continue reading Dream Sequence #2

Interlude/Forest

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A gunshot rings out through the trees. Run, little one. Run as fast as anyone with dust for bones can possibly run.  It hurts like no time has passed, I know. The ricochet never ended, never even reached the other side. Find the waterfall where the shadows crouch and the birds sing. It appears somewhere… Continue reading Interlude/Forest

Interlude/Limbo

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I am somewhere beyond journaling. I am in the thicket, legs twisted, organs rotting. Alive yet, but covered in flies. Perhaps through their regurgitation they protect me from a greater doom that lurks beyond. Scatter me in many pieces of transformed flesh and bone so that I cannot be found easily, so that I become… Continue reading Interlude/Limbo

Journal Sequence #8: Terrific [Runes]

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The journal is the writer’s sketchbook. Document what you see, rough out whims and fantasies. Allow fragments and the poorest of punctuation. Allow any form whatsoever. Allow reality to melt into fiction. Stop thinking about how this will be perceived. There is no observer. We are only waves here. The dark-skinned lady with her bald… Continue reading Journal Sequence #8: Terrific [Runes]