I’ve come to slay the beast. My scabbard feels light as it dances with my stride, exhilarated for what’s to come. A wretched thing: that what is to come. Killing, I mean to say. Ahead, on the path, there’s a thing that I’ve come to end. Above, the stars bore into me with ferocity. I’ve
Monthly Archives:: November 2022
The Portrait by Brynn Bearss (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 2nd Place)
In a dusty and forgotten corner of my grandpa’s house, there was a painting. I’m not sure how long it had been there. Perhaps it had always been a fixture, since time immemorial. Perhaps it was part of the house itself, a draw for any potential home buyers; something to sweeten the pot. Whatever the
And You’ll Miss It by Noah B. Beaumont (2022 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 1st Place)
Crooked, bloodied, and incorrectly a figure stands, human before it met its mangler. The jagged point of a femur sticks out from its left thigh. Another bone protrudes through its forearm pointing to a hand that has been forcefully parted from the webs between each finger to its wrist, dangling as the figure sways, causing