Cursed

Dedicated to Bram Stoker... -- when the sky will be silver, and the mango tree will suspire the breeze, that's when I'll come to you like the ebb tide touches the bank, dry, on the full moon with passion. a nomad I've been for so many centuries; hiding and surviving anyhow and now I'm going... Continue Reading →

Guise to Hunt (Micro-Horror Fiction)

  The villagers know he is doing all these nuisances. The fact they are unaware of is that he is taking a different guise each time. So, when they are cursing him he is in front of them but they cannot see him. He wakes up. The summer noon sun is high in the sky. It... Continue Reading →

Brides (Horror Haiku)

  polish sky hold moon in its bosom sisters wake quietus infant  Quietus: Death or something that causes death, regarded as a release from life. Base on Bram Stoker's Dracula (The Novel) [1897] Daily Prompt: Polish

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