Our minds are inebriated on thought.
What is most important to you?
All things must come to an end sometime.
Writers will always have stories to tell and those stories will always matter.
This poem by Lord Byron is based on the theme of an apocalyptic end of the world which was published as part of the 1816 The Prisoner of Chillon collection.
The children aren’t safe when “it” is around.
This poem gradually expands to probe cosmic mysteries whose answers only come in the form of silence.
When the creep comes to town, no home is safe.
I find myself a wicked place, where darkness marked it “home”…
It’s that time of year again and we are now accepting horror submissions up to the week of Halloween. We accept flash fiction, short stories, and horror poems.
When things are perfect you can recall the infinite memories lost to time.