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The Snow
By Walt Trizna See the delicate snowflakes fall, Falling, falling, falling. Whitening the earth, awaiting below, Falling, falling, falling. See the mounds of glittering white, Building, building, building. As they hide the ground from sight, Building, building, building. See the ceaseless falling snow, Falling, falling, falling. Will it stop, no one quite knows, Falling, falling, [...]
1Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Gift of Death
By Walt Trizna Will’s bedroom was cast in shadows by the moonlight filtering through the window. Lying next to him was the naked body of a young woman. With her lips slightly parted, she appeared as if she were in a gentle sleep. He face, framed by short blond hair, was at peace. Her body [...]
7Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedUnwelcomed Guests
By Walt Trizna Will Trizma was a writer of ghost stories and mined the local countryside for legends and their settings. The area abounded in both. His wife, Joan, acted as his editor and sounding board for his ideas. At times, the only comment she would make is, “You’re sick.” Not only did he write [...]
8Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Horror at Lake Harmony
By Walt Trizna It was a quiet, lovely June night. The light of a crescent moon walked across the tranquil surface of the lake as waves lapped its shore. The air was filled with the smoke of campfires reaching skyward, as the smoke of many ancient fires did so many years ago. I sat quietly [...]
21Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBalance
By Walt Trizna Nijo London pounded on the door of her small cell – her world now for over a year – until her fists bled. “Let me out!” she screamed although she knew her plea would go unanswered. She stepped back and studied the door covered with dark brown outlines of her fists from [...]
11Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Legend Of French Creek
By Walt Trizna Not far from my home in southeastern Pennsylvania, the small towns yield to a rural countryside. Heavily timbered, with a sense of remoteness, the area has always been one of legend and mystery. The story you’re about to read is one of the legends generated by this atmosphere. For those curious enough [...]
4Jan2010 | Editor | 2 comments | Continued