Bloody Mary and the Skunk Ape

 

I’ve written two articles for the latest issue of Living Paranormal Magazine! One about the infamous Bloody Mary, and another about Florida’s Bigfoot, the Skunk Ape. Living Paranormal is free to read, check it out. Filled with great paranormal goodness!

Bloody Mary (Living Paranormal Magazine Issue #9)

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The Skunk Ape (Living Paranormal Magazine Issue #9)

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Waves and the Darkness

A tale of woe by the talented Mercedes M. Yardley, ‘Waves and the Darkness’

Pen of the Damned - where angst and horror flow freely...

Jeremy promised he would never leave me.  He’d be the only person in my life never to do so. I didn’t know whether I believed him or not, not really, but I liked to think he meant it at the time.

Once he told me he was born with a darkness inside him and didn’t know how to make it go away.  He wanted to hurt things.  He wanted to squeeze necks and break legs. Slash at throats. He told me how he watched the pulse in my neck and kept time with its beating. After he mentioned this, I noticed his eyes would wander to my throat and his breathing would change. I knew he was waiting for something, for my heart to stop or my blood to coagulate inside my veins, if it didn’t spill out of them first. He wanted to press his thumb down on my…

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Damned Words 31

Check out the dark imaginings the writers over at Pen of the Damned have come up with for this photo! Damned Words 31 – A collection of dark flash fiction inspired by this photo

Pen of the Damned - where angst and horror flow freely...



Wishes Do Come True
A.F. Stewart

All I wanted was the shiny new tricycle with the ribbons on the handlebars. Just like the one Bobby next door had. So I wished it. At the scary place in woods where I’m not supposed to go. Where the growls and the bad words came out of the ground. Where the trees whispered about blood and mean things. I shouldn’t have done it, but I did.

I wished for that tricycle. Just like the one Bobby had. And they answered me. Said they’d get me that trike if I did something for them. So I brought them Bobby like they asked. I didn’t know what would happen. He just—just—there was a lot of blood and laughter. Then I ran.

But I swear I didn’t know.

I got my tricycle, though. Bobby’s parents gave me his, after the funeral.


A Little More Red
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