Thefadedphotograph

(This is the unfinished first chapter of a story that took place in my life.)The morning sun peaked through the dusted window and ripped at my exposed head above the ...

Call me now, call me out from the insideOf my mind where the silence is grinding,Let the sounds and screams of sorrow see the light with me and fade away ...

Surrounded by a world of jesticular slaughter,The pigs; the bastards of a lacerating rejiment,Eating away at the flesh of my brothers;The wolves, they feed on the related blood around me,My ...

Prologue (Breeding Death) Melinda Lockard smiled as she sat, legs spread on the defiled toilet, which was loaded with the shit, within a truck-stop bathroom. A robust explosion of blood ...

The kitchen was splayed with trash and mess. In one corner was small table littered with ancient soda cans and wrenches. A dim light hit the table from an oddly ...

She is my sliver moon,She is my guiding light through times of night.I can't escape her,I can't ever let her go.She is my one true comfort,The damsil with blonde hair.Without ...

-My Lifeboat-Hearts made of stone sinking belowfalling down lowcracking their hosts' skulls . . .all of these lonely soulswanting to be lovedBut there are those far from the shorewith closed ...

My wife was my own constructionher parts found from different gravesall of them putrid and deadI stiched the head to the neck and then put together the restI was left ...

Some years ago me and this wonderous girl named Savannah with lustrous blonde hair, stellar eyes, amazing . . . skin, and stunning features, would sit by an isolated brook ...

The Finisher crossed the through a charred forest of twisted trees beneath a dark red sky which was thickly layered with clouds that had taken on a nearly surreal tint ...

If you could see the side of me that was once alive and free You would fall a victim to my ensnaring wrath of romance. Radiant and wayward was my ...

1. The Shadow Lord notesThey call him Gore Grinder. He became king about year 1902. In the Shadow World every two hundred years there is a compition in the Shadow ...

Please call me on the phoneAnd listen to my voice,Let me listen to your own.Without you I'm alone.These tracks are pounded down,Day by day the solitude from you bores a ...

The frigid breeze swiftly lashed through the air, shifting the overcoat of powdered snow in between trees, and sending ripples over the mirror surface of the Bleak Lake. The heat ...

Once upon a time there was a enigmatic little imp named Ben Karp. His last name was not really Karp but kids at school called him by it because he ...