It's here. The time has finally come, girlie, For you to stay in the valley. Not above it nor below. And it ain't a place that you can go. A valley that isn't lower than a peak Up whose steepness you failed to leap-- No, it's not a spot of lowliness-- Not in any sense.... Continue Reading →


A Nightwalk to the After-Edge

I have to get the fuck out of this house. The volume on the TV was just above audible but was hitting my ears like an amateur heavy metal band on open mic night. There were no other sounds, though every stud bay behind the drywall could've had a banshee in it; the silence seemed... Continue Reading →


Constant Learner

Not that seasoning, sir.

My bruised skin tender
requires more kneading;
pour tap water in flour,
savor salt for flavor,
lather and gather and,
batter and splatter and
make goop stick to fingers,
roll bread-sticks of gingers.

Place it in the oven
right alongside my head;
cranium cleanly cloven,
burn brain, burn bread.

Hear horror’s heating horn;
Hear hymen searing torn;
Eyeballs popping like corn;
Hair writhing in scorn
as it scorches off skull—
The fire glowers dull.

Bon Appetit
Romp chomp stomp
Belch, quelch, squelch.

New York is famous for its bagels,
among other things—oysters too,
Ellis Island, Broadway, Times Square.
Places, places, peoples and places.
Everyone tastes different.
It’s the water that does it.

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Pluto’s Address

Terrance was known for his obsession with the Gettysburg Address. Part of the reason was egocentric; it was written on November 17th, the same as his birthday. Sure, everyone knows Lincoln delivered it on the 19th but that's not when it was conceived. "It came down from the divine to Abe's hand on the 17th,"... Continue Reading →

Hive Mind

Written and originally posted by Abe on Constant Learner. I enjoyed the concept and images of this horror flash fiction. This FFP blogger was entertained! (This story is also an apt extension of some of my reader requests for stories involving creepy insects. Keep those requests coming! ❤ ) ~~~ Allow me to share this... Continue Reading →

Arabian Arcade

The sand wasn’t cold. It was downright warm. To his sizzled feet, it was starting to feel icy the further the sun fell. Where his shoes had gone, either didn’t matter or he could not remember. Crossing the desert was his only desire. Step. Step. And each sinking, eroding step after that. He only made... Continue Reading →

Choose Your Own Scare-venture

Dear Readers, What's your favorite dark tale? Name it! Had a strange dream or weird idea? Tell me! Having an emotional fit about something lately? Describe that, too! Let me entertain you. So you've read my "About" page, yes? And you know the vibe, the theme here. I'd like you to steer this wheel for... Continue Reading →

To Go

"I grow wary of you." "You 'grow wary'?" She exhaled a puff of air. "Yes." "What is this, Richard the Third?" "No, but that is why I'm breaking up with you." She looked at him just underneath his collarbone without replying to his announcement for a while. Even the waiter--not the nosy type--who had just... Continue Reading →


It was desolate. Maybe she was the only mother in town who’d thought of taking her three-year-old daughter to the park. Though the trees were still naked and the grass half-brown, the sky was full of sun. By the end of March, she was going to do Spring things (dammit) even if the chilled wind... Continue Reading →


I didn't have any expectation of an outcome the night they came, just thought I was venting frustrations. When I'd met you years ago, it took little time for you to become my favorite person. It was not until that night that I wholly understood the pain you lived with. The brain you coped with.... Continue Reading →


This--all that you know-- All began encased within one, giant Cow. The belly grew and grew until it Burst! Its blood spilled and became the oceans and the rivers. Hooves, mountains. The skull, the domed roof of the skies and boundaries of this existence. Then The Cow brains rose into the tufted layers of clouds... Continue Reading →

Do Not Frequent My Grave

I died inside your belly, Ammi Jaan, Then went to where I'm like the swan, To eternal verdant gardens of spring, Going about however I please. I am very tall here, Ammi Jaan, And the age of thirty-three. Narywhere on my body is hair Nor in my heart are any cares. And though I'd not... Continue Reading →

Make the Dead Rise

They often went walking in the late afternoon. Not headed anyplace in particular. She, his wife, and he, her husband. Their routine. While they did this, neither usually wanted to let go of holding each others hands. He unlatched their wrought iron gate when they returned home from the walk that day. Just in time;... Continue Reading →


Wizard, Herr Wizard, Sageliness seeker, Tinkerer of beakers, Whether sorcerer or apothecaire, I’ve been observing you and Have now a bit of a questionnaire: Whilst mixing and making in your lab, Your weight be on one foot, One knee always crooked. Do you keep one haunch low Lest a potion does explode? When you left... Continue Reading →

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