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    • Your poems are very creepy, but this is my favorite of them. You do horror very well.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • Thank you. Your compliment made me very happy and I'll certainly submit some more.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • This one grabbed my attention from the get go. Very captivating. It is in the tradition of Poe's ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I really like the creepy ending. Your use of repetitive phrases gives the verses a fluid meter that keeps ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I just happened to be scrolling through the necrology emails today and yours was the first story that captured my ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I look forward to all of your submissions
      Daniel Craig Roche | 29Oct12 | More
    • Daniel, Sorry about my belated response to your nice comment about my story Crow Land. I have been a little ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 26Oct12 | More
    • This is one of the better ones I have read in a while. Ending made me happy.
      Daniel Craig Roche | 24Oct12 | More
    • Very nice. I was rooting for the main character but I still appreciate the shocking conclusion.
      Troy Massie | 18Oct12 | More
    • Wow. Not what I expected from the start. There's a really strong bond between the two characters even ...
      Troy Massie | 18Oct12 | More

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Crow Land

By Lucas Cumiford The big black whirlpool in the sky swirled like the accretion disk of a black hole; seeming to trap all substance within its influence, including all light, as if the impending darkness predicted by the present twilight was somehow due to this irresistible vortex. Shortly after dusk the father and his teenage [...]

30Mar2012 | | 3 comments | Continued

Fishylandia

By Lucas Cumiford It just so happened that the day my pet Koi Charlie died was also the day that my youngest son Matt was born. Charlie was a little sad in those, his last days, because all of the other Koi had already died off, one by one, leaving him alone. Meanwhile, I had [...]

29Jul2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

The 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 | | 0 comments | Continued