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Inner Workings
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This was the fourth one this week and James could easily do four more. Truth was, there could never be too many. He pushed the door open and a wicked grin crossed his lips while the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes etched deeper into place. James…
Life In The Pit
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I stood among chaos. Bodies swarmed in all directions, screaming. My heart thumped, pounding erratically as if desperately trying to catch its breath. The mêlée—a whirlwind of life and death—churned around me. My clothes were spattered in mingled sweat and grime. The pit was terrifying. I fought against…
Black Widow
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
The street is alive with festivities but my house is sombre and silent. The neighbourhood knows I am a widow in mourning, that I want to be left in peace, but that doesn’t prevent those roaming little brats from ringing my bell. “Trick or Treat!” they shout, over…
Damned Words 9
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Time Jon Olson How long has it been? No way to keep track. Not in here; not in this crypt. I’m sure the humans know. Once, they were prey; I was the hunter, too powerful for defeat. How long since they dug this pit and threw me in?…
Inside
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Day 1 I can hear them scratching – almost ticking, always clicking, as they move around inside my head. It’s maddening. Their tiny feet always touching, testing, feeling their way about. Each hair-coated limb sliding between the soft tissue and bone – scuttling through the crevasse in between.…
I’ll Be… #horror #PEN
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
DAMNED!!! I dont usually do too much promo and I never sell stuff on my blog. But it’s hard not to be proud of these shirts and cups and stuff that Pen of the Damned is selling at Cafe Press. I’m thinking black or cabernet depending on…
Celebrate Poets #poetsday #poetry #poets
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To poets near and far the images you paint with words and feelings my reason taint minds strive to think hearts to moan on cold nights we shiver alone the words you’ve penned o’er centuries palpate my heart bring to my knees soar high the earth plunge in the…
Hunting Season
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Janet Boxley nudged the SUV deeper into the desolate backwoods, peering through the passenger’s side window, searching for her pups’ eyes. Once she’d made it back to camp, she slammed the truck into park and grabbed her flashlight from the glove box before stepping out; her breath pluming…
Pen of the Damned #horror #writers
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Ever wonder what people who write and are damned do in their spare time??? Well come have a look at my prose this week: Pointed Ends is a melee of sorts. The question: can you determine who the real monsters are? In the end, I hope you get the Point. (smile)…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 