Abandon all hope
at the gates of hell, as you
will never escape
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The Stain on our Souls (flash fiction)
The old man speaks of phantoms. He lay on his death-bed, and his face is ashen and sickly.
“Our home,” he says, “it’s haunted. Haunted by my sins. Haunted by my father’s sins, and his father’s sins.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
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Nightmare Alley (graphic art)
Here’s another graphic art piece I created on Canva. The original photo was taken in Philly in the spring of 2020 when the pandemic first hit. I distorted the image and shapes to turn it into a “Nightmare Alley.” I like how the image in the center almost looks like an alien spaceship or something you’d see in a science fiction movie.
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Among the Ghosts (a photo)
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Deafening Silence (a 6-word story)
Witch-Lord (a poem)
i grind the herbs i gathered
make a bitter drink
thinking myself a witch-lord
smiling in a pandemic,
scratching my sores
with other witches
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Buried Alive (a 6-word story)
Scream (a 6-word story)
Modern Hell (a 6-word story)
The beast rises from modern hell.
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The Nightmare Center (a short story)
“Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.” – Sigmund Freud
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Dylan yawned, leaned back in his chair. It was another late night at the Nightmare Center, but at least he was collecting overtime. The entire year had been full of late nights, for obvious reasons. The election had peoples’ unconscious selves falling apart at the seams.
“Still here?” Amari asked, bags under her eyes.
“Unfortunately,” Dylan said. “I’m working a double.”
“It never ends.”
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