creative writing
-
Nico, The Protector Dog
Nico the Shih-Tzu took his role as the house’s guardian very seriously. Maybe too seriously. If the job came with a badge, he would’ve polished it every day until it shone brighter than his fur after a good grooming. This… Continue reading
-
The Night’s Cold Ache
Dark sky, cold heartDying a thousand deathsin the minutes of Shadowland Eyes in trees watch,hunger in their gazeThe woods howl, callingcome, join Wild freedom, terrible delightswait in the night’s cold ache Continue reading
-
Neon Mirage: A Drake Cipher Story
The rain hammered the windows of Drake Cipher’s office, drumming a steady beat against the glass. Neon lights from the city below bled through the darkened room, casting long shadows over his cluttered desk. Drake stared at the glass of… Continue reading
-
The Cold Wind Claws
The cold wind claws and bites within,Rattling bones, stripping pride thinA frozen breath from depths unseen,Encased in shadow, hard and keen Who treads this land of bleak, decayed,When time slips fast and light will fade?The dark god wakes, devours whole,Consuming… Continue reading
-
An Ode to Halloween
Oh Halloween, how grand you are,With moonlit skies and twinkling stars,A night where shadows dance and sway,And goblins, ghosts, and witches play Through whispered winds and haunted trees,A spooky chill rides on the breeze,Jack-o’-lanterns glow so bright,Casting beams that slice… Continue reading
-
The Family In The Attic
The house on Redfern Lane had always felt too big for Michael Howard. After his wife passed, the creaking halls and wide, empty rooms seemed to stretch on forever, each corner steeped in shadows. He had thought about selling the… Continue reading
-
The People Watchers
Every Saturday at precisely 9:00 a.m., a peculiar group of individuals would gather at Maplewood Park. They called themselves “The People Watchers.” Led by a bespectacled man named Harold, the group was as committed to their craft as any avid… Continue reading
-
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
-
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
-
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
God Is In The Radio 