There is a door in front of me, and beyond it I know nothing On either side the horizon stretches away to unknowable infinity, yet it is the door that I know will lead me through to the true infinite...
Tag: horror
Along the Shore
Through the crowd a familiar face smiles and though it beckons me to sit at its table share a drink and play a hand of cards or two...
May Queen
Follow the scent of ritual deeper into obscured places past the watching eyes of a sacred few with hands raised to a smiling sky...
Broken Things
Gather round this flame with all the rest and listen to talk of broken things in these catacombs of all we never said...
Journey Through Strange Light
Waking from a journey through strange light The leering faces vivid in memory And the weight of that shadow still pressed against her...
The Leading Edge of Time
There was a time when doorways opened onto new dimensions Far away from a reality slow to change Dark stairwells granted passage to slow horror Seeping between truth and dreams, melting them into one...
A Story on Blank Pages
Looking back through a book’s blank pages To find the story we wrote together I found that day we set off in search of something On a journey across the desert to kill a man...
Path Through Wild Thickets
Tread the path through wild thickets Overgrown with the remnants of legend Once made flesh, now to dust returned Fear not the shadows stirring in this place...
Nothing as Quiet
Nothing as quiet as the moment after the fireworks stop No darkness as absolute as that which fills the space where light was.
Two Point Creek
Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our street, knocking gently on doors, afraid to break the sleepy peace within. Behind them followed a wake of dread that settled like cement into the heart of anyone who heard the news. “Been there a few days…” “Just barely started to rust…” “Looks …
Somnambulist
My son Hugo sleepwalks. The first time I came upon him in the dead of night, I screamed loud enough to wake him from his trance. It was late—around two o’clock. I’d sent Hugo to bed long before but had stayed up in my study to sort through my jumbled thoughts. The hours darkened, and …
