I am a good human father. When my willing mate suggested I access her eggs, I knew it would be a big leap for us, but it was one I was willing to take with her. Birthing is hard.
💀I’m sharing an older piece that deserves a bit more love. Something chilling on this spring day, for your dark souls...👻
“The Hounds of Winter” (dark fantasy/horror)
/Growing up on the streets of this town Normand had seen the mutts gnawing on the half-rotten corpses of the homeless, even attacking full grown men, biting into their throats and ripping their belly’s appart in search of the juiciest pieces./
“Her mind had stirred but her body hadn’t. Her eyes moved quickly within their sockets examining the room. They had still not adjusted to the darkness that consumed every corner. She tried to scream, but found she could not move her mouth, and she could not make a sound.”
This is a crime noir style short story. The Grady twins play at the Catz club every Thursday night. That is until Manuel Grady drops dead right there on stage. But the next on Thursday night that rolls around both twins are up there playing as usual.
Our future homes are our future graves. Smart and deadly in this dystopian drama about obsession, superstition, hallucination, demonic forces, a journey through The Between, where nothing is as it seems. Where Jamie must face his inner demon to save his friends.
💀 Short comedy-horror: "A good human father"
https://open.substack.com/pub/matahaggisburridge/p/short-story-a-good-human-father?r=1b73xf&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
I am a good human father. When my willing mate suggested I access her eggs, I knew it would be a big leap for us, but it was one I was willing to take with her. Birthing is hard.
💀I’m sharing an older piece that deserves a bit more love. Something chilling on this spring day, for your dark souls...👻
“The Hounds of Winter” (dark fantasy/horror)
/Growing up on the streets of this town Normand had seen the mutts gnawing on the half-rotten corpses of the homeless, even attacking full grown men, biting into their throats and ripping their belly’s appart in search of the juiciest pieces./
https://open.substack.com/pub/kathrineelaine/p/the-hounds-of-winter?r=2rhgsy&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
💀- Short Story - “While You’re Sleeping”
https://open.substack.com/pub/kaitzell/p/while-youre-sleeping?r=3kqhgn&utm_medium=ios
“Her mind had stirred but her body hadn’t. Her eyes moved quickly within their sockets examining the room. They had still not adjusted to the darkness that consumed every corner. She tried to scream, but found she could not move her mouth, and she could not make a sound.”
💀"his hands looked like two arachnids up there, scuttling over the keys, at points frantic, but always free."
https://hamishkavanagh.substack.com/p/the-ghost-of-manuel-grady-a-short
This is a crime noir style short story. The Grady twins play at the Catz club every Thursday night. That is until Manuel Grady drops dead right there on stage. But the next on Thursday night that rolls around both twins are up there playing as usual.
Thank you so much for the shout-out! I'm thrilled to be among such talented authors!
🪦 Mother Insists (Horror/Mystery)
(5 episodes)
https://alexanderipfelkofer.substack.com/p/mother-insists
Our future homes are our future graves. Smart and deadly in this dystopian drama about obsession, superstition, hallucination, demonic forces, a journey through The Between, where nothing is as it seems. Where Jamie must face his inner demon to save his friends.
🥀My poem for National Poetry Month “Who the Sea Forsook”
https://open.substack.com/pub/themidnightbluesea/p/who-the-sea-forsook?r=2ozvmq&utm_medium=ios
/You, ascending from green fathoms
slipping out, from your deep and sacred cell
through gulps of viscid brine,
your form, still youthful,
emerges white as a moonshell./