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A Bottle for Sandra
By Bruce Memblatt “I sold you the bottles, please I tell you one thing keep these ghosts apart. Do not even leave the bottles in the same room.”The old woman said, with haunting eyes, eyes that reminded Aaron of something eternal, something hidden away. He purchased the pair of bottles from the old woman at [...]
30Mar2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Burial of the Rats
By Bram Stoker Leaving Paris by the Orleans road, cross the Enceinte, and, turning to the right, you find yourself in a somewhat wild and not at all savoury district. Right and left, before and behind, on every side rise great heaps of dust and waste accumulated by the process of time. Paris has its [...]
28Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Invisible Giant
By Bram Stoker Time goes on in the Country Under the Sunset much as it does here. Many years passed away; and they wrought much change. And now we find a time when the people that lived in good King Mago’s time would hardly have known their beautiful Land if they had seen it again. [...]
28Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBlessed Breath
By Ron Koppelberger Surrendering to the chaste drama of virgins and angels In flight, like doves in gentle companion and sunshine Cloaked by the ivory gleam of revolving clouds and beautiful Beaded ethers of blessed breath, a path in cotton sway Fashioned by the pregnant longing of dandelions and Cattail down, the quiet loves of [...]
26Mar2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedNotes on Writing Weird Fiction
By H.P. Lovecraft My reason for writing stories is to give myself the satisfaction of visualising more clearly and detailedly and stably the vague, elusive, fragmentary impressions of wonder, beauty, and adventurous expectancy which are conveyed to me by certain sights (scenic, architectural, atmospheric, etc.), ideas, occurrences, and images encountered in art and literature. I [...]
26Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBreaths of Being
By Ron Koppelberger Hampered by the escape of dreams and sleeping dogs in Confederate conflict, torn by the light shining amongst The crowd in speckled demand and warm sated blood, A deft pride attested to and defied in candent assurances Of consolation,by the way in sylvan wild and beautiful hymns alight in the desires of [...]
26Mar2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedExhaling Angels
By Ron Koppelberger The existence of gardens and Eden in notice of what’s Rare and delicately untrodden, the love of interludes In endless reclaimable glories Of passion in the face of galloping steeds blazen white , a season in sure spectacles of weeping Willow wash and ancient briar passage, The undisturbed by tremors of dark [...]
26Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedREADERS AND WRITERS CORNER
My name is Walt Trizna. I am a longtime member of the Wordwrights, and during the course of my writing career, I have gathered information on many aspects of publishing material. I am also an avid reader and would like to share free sources I have found where novels, short stories and poetry are available. [...]
26Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Swaying Cattail
By Ron Koppelberger In the spirit of shadow, of gentle twilight passions and desires in velveteen darkness, he studied the cattail down, in perfect pose, still by the source of wonder. He knelt on bended knees amongst the castaway leaves of fall, near the ponds edge. A great grin of possession, the cattail was his, [...]
25Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedA Day in the Death
By Stefany Guyon As the violet and sapphire hues of a late spring sky morphed into the rusty glint of dawn, Henry Bergenson, clutching his Winchester .30-30, walked through a field of wild grasses and crocus that stretched across fifty acres outside of Rathdrum. He stopped for a moment to reposition the camouflage knapsack dangling [...]
24Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedWhen the Wind Blows
By Steven Carvajal “Damn it!” Johnny cursed under his breath because it wasn’t working. He could hear them, skater punk boys running wild in the old vacant building that used to be a grocery store, skinny girls with frizzy hair and too much makeup chewing gum, gossiping together. He could hear the wild pumping music; [...]
23Mar2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Coffin Door and a Few Other Things for the Death-Catcher
By Ralph Greco, Jr. “See that…” Amy whispered in my ear, adding the tip of her anxious tongue. “Yeah?” I asked, staring with her at the vanilla-colored clapboard house. “…that side door?” I looked to where my girlfriend was indicating, or I assumed she was, to the front of the little house, left of the [...]
21Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLongfaces Reward
By Ron Koppelberger He held the cerulean sphere in cupped hands. His reflection wavered in the blue effervescence like a beseeching prisoner, a captured image of long faced desire, the desire for secrets and equal measures of beauty. His face elongated and drooped in long allay, his chin was a full foot beneath his pursed [...]
19Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Death of One Life
By Phil Nova Sixty seven year old billionaire Howard Goldsmith was the center of attention at the congressional investigative hearing on illegal toxic waste dumping. Howard adjusted his five hundred dollar tie, cleared his throat, and said, “Could you repeat the question please, Mr. Chairman?” A puny man with a huge mustache, Chairman Brewster, glared [...]
17Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedGrayer
By Jamie VanGeest I am an imprint from a mold or wisdom’s afterthought. All of my features are shades of brown with my light russet hair, my eyes the shade of dirt baking in the sun, and a diluted sludge and milk complexion. If my exterior is brown, my life is gray. Dense shades of [...]
16Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedShanghi Dread
By Ron Koppelberger Lower than the planted twilight horizon and beneath the frayed forest edge, it lay near his young feet. The infinite in a simple paw, the velvet touch of rabbit fur and blue stain. He stared at the tiny paw and a mask of tense expectation flittered across his face. The evening became [...]
16Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedSeraph & Satyr
By John Storm The people are drowning in their own blood The final day comes like a snake Slithering to a helpless vole, ready to swallow it in chaos The oceans scab up and fear surges like a flood Dragging us under, a riptide of whispered promises And later, doomed regret I looked at you [...]
15Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThree Lilacs
By John Storm A man once asked what scarlet was and Lilac gazed to the face of the mountain Ancient sorceries, black granite cathedrals The shock burning the pine, the earth writhing red And the fields heaving with fertile glory Remember what she had told me: Through wisdom, the world will end As we must [...]
15Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLe Fou…
By John Storm Like a turquoise dove Lying sundered at the huntsman’s feet That the oceans ran amber With a pendulous weeping The vault of sky splinters With an archaic groan A fetid insurrection doth call Spiraling lucid and undying tremor That fiery heart explodes, raking the monstrosity Wearing glyphs to keep one trembling Until [...]
15Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedGötterdämmerung
By John Storm We come into the night tearing through darkness and panic Endlessly fragile, wrought only of a dense stone, staring Precipitating chaos, bringing order, eliminating maladies Lost in the shuffle of the trees genuflecting before the wind For the wind will be our guide and master Nameless, senseless, sexless for faces bring unlit [...]
14Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLilian Twisting in the Starlit Empyrean
By John Storm Faceted angel Reflecting all spheres Azure and spinning Hidden in the body of a horse Exploding in vulvic bloom, the colour absorbing emotion Rent submission I tried every one Till at last I came to your stone steps May the liquid mule surround us To be washed out in dull sea The [...]
14Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Edge of Tomorrow
By Ron Koppelberger Oaths in houses rushing the cascade of ethereal secret and moaning beasts in grim glean, aghast in stupefied shades of scarlet, by warm blood and tears of eternal twilight, the whispering legend in quiet persuasions of fear, of perilous passion and dangerous discovery, Unseen by the frayed wonder of old demons and [...]
14Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedChurchyard Dirt
By Ron Koppelberger Bewildered by the arcane wilds of telltale horizons, by Deliriums in murky depths of churchyard dust and crumbling Leagues of grinning masquerade, the lamenting shape Of deepening dreams and whirling pirouettes in Velvet and darkened silhouette, A coalescing brew of desolate Secret hidden beneath the legend of strange soils and dire discovery, [...]
14Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedDark Eyed Dreams
By Ron Koppelberger Apparitions in secret traces of illusion, the semblance of what’s embodied in the design of pointy fangs and sharp purchases in ash, by half-moon shadows and dark eyed dreams in Silver and gray horizons, revolving by measures of ancient drama And flowing blood, the manifest soul in banshee screams Of ascension and [...]
14Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Can Man
By Lucas Cumiford It is four thirty on a Monday morning. Monday morning is always a jogging day, and the jogger is making his rounds through the darkness-shrouded park that lies almost at the edge of town, but not quite. The jogger has to get up this early and jog because he has a real [...]
12Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedTen Kilometers
By Richard Anglisano Conrad Horton tied the laces of his white running sneakers and headed out of the bedroom. He found his wife Leza in the kitchen preparing the evening meal. “I’m going for a run, honey,” he told her, popping his head in and seeing the back of her by the sink. “Ok. Enjoy,” [...]
11Mar2010 | Editor | 2 comments | ContinuedLusty Cares
By Ron Koppelberger The necromancy was a passionate pastime in Truck Snarls pale-faced demeanor. He lusted in an elegant alliance with the wont of power, sex and pleasure, any pleasure. Truck sneered at the tiny auburn haired Daisy Chit. She was perched on the edge of the sofa as she baptized her tiny mouth with [...]
10Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedHandcuffs
By Joshua Copeland This book The 120 Days of Sodom and a foreign movie by some dude Walerian Borowczyk (?) under my older brother’s bed while looking for my batting gloves I eat my green Jell-O and sit outside on the wooden porch swing to read the squeaking of the porch swing, kind of like [...]
8Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedDeclare me Recurrent
By Ron Koppelberger Ecru Dread was unimpeded by the trappings of life, the entrance of screaming, kicking tears and enchanted exclamations of Farwell to limbo, “By birth and by the tenants of death” he yelled. By age he thought ancient turns of fated revolution; to be reborn and to die over and over again he [...]
8Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued