*PLEASE NOTE: This is a short horror story containing violence, explicit language, and torture.
Author: alexis
The Bane of Klaue Castle
A white figure moved in his periphery.
He froze. Blinked furiously.
It was just the white curtain, hanging limp and moth-eaten over the window. Blast it. You’re an educated man, Arthur Bainsworth. Stop jumping at imagined ghosts.
The Town Awakens
A short story about an undead village and a lost ranger.
Where Did Grandpa’s Hair Go?
A short poem about a grandkid wondering why grandpa is bald.
A Portal on High Street
Ever since I was eight, I’ve been able to create portals to another dimension. Cool, right?
No, actually. Get your head out of your ass.
That’s That
A short poem about superstition.
The Elephant Handbag: 1
There are a lot of tragic stories. Another where some obscure white girl doesn’t get her way is hardly worth anyone’s pity. And that’s not what I’m here to tell you about, anyways. I’m here to tell you about my mother’s handbag.
And how that handbag, with its rough stitching and cultural-appropriating rainbow-coloured elephant print kept me alive on the night I was attacked.
The night that stranger took everything from me: mind, soul, and body.
Beneath the Waves
A ship to sail
upon the sea,
with wind, be caught
and follow thee…
Dig
If idyllic plots areplots of land andhouses built onsinking sand arenot as good aswalls of stoneand timber fallsbut castles stand(except for thosewhose walls are sand)then I might sleepquite sweet tonightwhere down six feetI’ll dig my site
Update
An update on our lives (and why it’s been so long since I last posted).