(From the Dystopia series of stories) Art is so subjective. Not everyone appreciates the same kind of art. Sometimes making art is a slow, painful process. That’s when it’s most
Category: Horror
When things go to the dark place…
CrowsCrows
At first it was quite exciting to see the murder downtown. There were at minimum a thousand crows, from dusk to dawn, populating the trees and crowing incessantly. There was
LonelinessLoneliness
When Clarissa was very young her mother grew strange and abandoned her. She was left in the care of her aunt Miriam. For years Miriam punished Clarissa constantly. She would
BlinkBlink
*Blink* *Blink, blink* Red, yellow, blue, violet, absence, void. It was there and then gone, I swear. But they didn’t believe me. They saw me. Tied down to the table;