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Carl’s Late-Night Fright
It was one of those crisp October nights when the world feels a little off-kilter, like a scene from a dream you can’t shake. Carl didn’t usually go for late-night walks—especially not when the wind had a bite like this—but… Continue reading
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Why Do We Love To Be Scared?
Sitting in the dimly lit basement of my grandmother’s South Philadelphia rowhome, my cousin Michael and I sat spellbound as she read aloud from “The Murders in the Rue Morgue.” We were just pre-teens then, often spending weekends at her… Continue reading
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The Lady of Sorrows
In the town of Ashcroft, an ancient cemetery was sprawling and silent, its iron gates rusted from centuries of decay. Beyond those gates, the gravestones jutted against the sky, marking the resting places of the forgotten. Many whispered of the… Continue reading
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Waiting to Drown
I fix my eyes on the swarm—black as night,Summer insects gnawing at the edges of my fading profileThe air tastes of rot, thick with whispers and sweat,While the land beneath me swells like a fevered bruise Deep in the ditches… Continue reading
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Ghosts As Symbols Of Unresolved Emotions
There is a moment when the veil between the past and the present grows thin. At that moment, you feel a chill, a shadow shifting in the periphery of your vision, a whisper carried by the wind that doesn’t belong… Continue reading
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God Is Waiting For Us
We say God is hidden,But is it we who fail to see?Is She not in your lover’s gaze,In the quiet grace of the setting sun,Or the pale moon’s gentle glow?Does She not whisper in the warmth you feel,In the meal… Continue reading
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Beneath the Weeping Willows
The Southern wind crawls heavyThrough willows knotted with grief,Their limbs dragging the dirt like the dead,Howling low like hell-hounds in the holler,Under a swollen moon, bloated & bruised,Calling your name like a curse whispered too long Why did you leave… Continue reading
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Aunt Gloria’s Gift
Martin Thompson stared at the box on his doorstep, a rush of unease prickling up his spine. It was unassuming, wrapped in plain brown paper and bound with twine. Yet, the address label was unmistakable—his own name printed in bold,… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part X
The winter had finally given way to spring. The cold, oppressive weight of ice and snow had melted into warmth and light. Streets that had once been slick with frost were now alive with the colors of blossoming flowers, and… Continue reading
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A Current Of Divine Love
God stirs within my mind, concealedA restless force, kicking, screaming,Pulsing with her magnetic graceA current of divine love, unyielding When my mind cracks, spilling wide,Into the abyss of the foreboding night,Her anxious love will flood the void,And in that burst,… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 