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Category: Dark Poetry (Page 1 of 2)

Slaughterhouse Dreams

Short Poem: 150 words

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...posted in: Dark Humor, Dark Poetry

Secret Garden

When I was just a boy of ten,
My father took me on a treck
From our house upon the hill
To the valley down below.

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...posted in: Dark Poetry, Shorter Stories (<500), Unsettling Tales

Narration – A Deal is A Deal

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Poetry, Narrations, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences

Heartseeker

The worst day of my life was not when I was quartered and pulled apart. Not when the dogs had torn my head away and ripped off my arms and legs.

That was a bad day…but not the worst day.

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Poetry, Series, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unsettling Tales

Gulped Down By The Gulf

When people think of homes on the beach, they think of paradise; panoramic views with pristine white sands leading into hues of blue. They think of plate glass and every room is a room with a view. Homes surrounded by ocean, of private beaches beyond. All of these vistas set to the sloshing sound of the tides as they rise in and out like the beat of breaths.

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Poetry, Deranged Psychosis, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unsettling Tales

Avoid The Maple Woods

My mother always told me to stay out of Maple Woods. The things that you’ll discover there are certainly not good. My mother always told me this, and I understood: Trespassing there is dangerous.

Avoid the Maple Woods.

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...posted in: Dark Poetry, Supernatural Horror, Unsettling Tales

…She Was Schizophrenic

My mother told me she was from the past. She was schizophrenic. It’s a brain disorder. Makes you see, and hear things that aren’t really there. Most people have heard about it.

Now, this might not make a lot of sense. It’s a story that was told to me when I was a kid by a crazy person, but she was my mother, so I’ve thought about it a lot.

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...posted in: Dark Poetry, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unsettling Tales

The Nightmare Man

At night I sleep darkly and as I drift away the wisps of his boney dreamfingers reach out. Poke their ways inside to the back of my eyes.

That’s where the man is. The Nightmare Man. His name is Spindly Ticks.

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Poetry, Series, Short Stories, Unsettling Tales

I Enjoy Watching The Neighbors

I enjoy watching the neighbors.

I watch them outside, through the window.

I think the slimmer is very attractive. They have lived here for a year and I’ve watched them both in that time. The slimmer one has red hair and a strong jawline. Sometimes his hair is more red than now—sometimes it has lighter hues of blonde. Sometimes he keeps it short. Sometimes he keeps it long.

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Poetry, Series, Short Stories, Unsettling Tales

Torture dungeons are pretty bleak, but at least the games are fun.

This week we played ‘Guess How Many Human Teeth’ and I get to keep the jar, ’cause I’m the guy that won.

...posted in: Dark Poetry, Microhorror, rTwoSentenceHorror

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