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Bitten at a young age to pursue
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existence, gaining an understanding
and appreciation for life and all
of its organic beauty. Writing has
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last few she has been writing her
take on Ancient Alien theory with
mythology and modern man.

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Issue 1

CONTENTS
Issue 1 - February 15th - 2016

P.01 - Overcoming Writers Block

P.19 - Haunted Journal

P.02 - There Is A New Challenge For The

Month Of March!

P.20 - Blessed Be

P.02 - Indulgence came as a voracious...

P.03 - The Ocean...
P.04 - The Tripartite
P.07 - Death Of The Artist In
The Digital Age

P.20 - Haiku Poem

P.21 - The walls are covered...
P.22 - Boneless descriptor...
P.22 - And the fateful cry...
P.24 - Nevermore

P.08 - Halloween

P.25 - In bitter sanctuary...

P.09 - Night Skies

P.25 - Exposed

P.10 - Fines Terrae - (Ends of Earth)

P.26 - His heated gaze...

P.12 - They could have started...

P.26 - Welcome to the...

P.12 - I felt your claws...

P.27 - Credits For Images

P.13 - Reaper
P.14 - He is the one who fears...
P.14 - Last Train
P.15 - A Traitorous Thought
P.16 - Enticing Words
P.17 - The Night The Monsters Come Out
To Play
P.18 - The party mask...
P.18 - The raven blue ink ...

II

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Overcoming Writers Block

By Raven

research, then add your flavor and see

the feedback in your readers comments.
Writers quotes on coping:
Biting my traunt pen, beating myself for spite:
Fool said my muse to me, look in thy heart,
and write.
-Philip Sydney, Astrophil and Stella
Writing about writers block is better than not
writing at all.
-Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of
the Earth Poems

he inability to produce new material - it

may be temporary, but some have given
up their career because of this pesky little
issue. Stress, distractions, relationships,
loss of inspiration or a number of other
things that affect the psyche, can disrupt
your flow and there are many types.
Know that youre not alone, many of us
feel blocked at some point in our writing
career.
Getting inspired is your antidote, obviously.
Take a walk: It will clear your mind and
making this a regular part of your week can
help toward better cognitive development.
Be productive: Tackling a needed or
procrastinated project at home can help to
clear your mind of a stress thats obstructing
the inspiration and might give a sense of
accomplishment to get you in the right
mood.
Writing Exercises: Jot down random ideas
in sentences, writing what you are passionate
about or something you know well, get the
music going to serve as distraction from
the thoughts swimming on repeat in your
head, look through photos, art, or nature
to loosen up the stiffness you feel at the
thought of writing, people watch! It may
sound funny, but see where it goes. Might
get you on a thought to be your best piece
yet.
Step out of your comfort zone: Find
a subject you know nothing about and

Important Literary Anniversaries:

7th February, 1812
Birth of Charles Dickens, one of the most
popular and widely read English writer of all
times
6th March, 1475
Birth of Michelangelo, the Renaissance
genius. He was a painter, sculptor, architect,
poet and visionary best known for his fresco
on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and his
sculptures David and The Pieta.
23th April, 1616
The 400th anniversary of the great William
Shakespeares death. Better known as the
Bard of Avon, Englands national poet,
playwright, and actor. Widely regarded as the
greatest writer in the English language and
the worlds pre-eminent dramatist.
A Little Inspiration...
Just write every day of your life. Read intensely.
Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are
put on that diet have very pleasant careers.
-Ray Bradbury
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
-William Wordsworth
I am a writer, therefore, I am not sane.
-Edgar Allan Poe

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T her e Is A New Ch al l e nge Fo r T he

Mo nth Of Mar c h!
poetry_goddess88

Bio: Poetry gave me a voice

when I was too shy to express
myself around others. Ive
been writing since I could bury
myself in the adventure of
reading. As a mother of three,
a full time teacher, with a
supportive and loving husband,
I feel that the written word
and creative expression feeds
the soul.
Find me on Wattpad:
@CDougherty83
www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/
B01AIV9OSO?ref=aw_sitb_
digital-text

T hi s past year has brought m e clo ser to a sm all g r o up

of wondrous poets, and comm en cin g th e year 2 0 1 6
we deci ded to each take on a m o n th an d p r o d uce a
chal l eng e on our I G accounts. M y m o n th is M ar ch
and I tri ed to var y the topics o f each d ay with a
connecti on to i deas and i mag es th at wer e m ean in g f ul
to m e. Look for #marchfir ek isses o n In stag r am .
Be ready to read s o m e in sp ir in g
and enter tai nin g p o etr y.
(Al so

kee p

an eye out f o r #cd o ug h er ty

#adamandtheves h ash tag s. )

an d

-C. D ougher ty-Ber n al

by Devon West

devonwestauthor

Bio: My name is Devon West.

I am the author of The Wild
Type. My work is a collection
of every person and experience
Ive had; of endless hours
writing. My subjects are very
present, close. The reader is
invited to join and partake in
the interpretation.
The Wild Type
available now on Amazon
www.amazon.com/dp/
B010150E00

I ndul g ence cam e as a vo r acio us, f ig ur e less

Chaos erected up o n cataco m b s
Transi ti oni ng through theor ies o f o p en sp ace. . .
Bl ood, drops sl ow, d isp er sed
Over the cor por eal f lam e
Bondi ng cr im in als
Beneath the g ar m en ts o f so ciety.
Chi l dhood traum as th ick
Wi th na ve p leasur e
Fl oat recrea tio n ally
On pa in .

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wordsofsunset

Bio: I love writing, I am 30

years old, living the desert life
of middle east, a pisces.

By L.W.

T he ocean,
i t car ri es her soul i nto the
de pth of i t,
i nto the darkest
of i ts darkness,
l etti ng her drowni ng al ong
wi th the cur rents.
T he ocean,
how i t envi es her beauty,
i t has been wanti ng her
for i tsel f,
to be ke pt for eter ni ty.
T he ocean understands her,
Onl y the de pth understands
her pai n,
onl y the de pth knows that
she i s a treasure
who shoul d be hi dden from
ever yone and ever ythi ng.
Moti onl essl y she l ets her
brokenness takes her away,
and away i nto the de pth
of darkness.
Let i t g o, l et i t al l g o...
dont be afrai d of the
chaoti c m ess you car r y
i nsi de you,
Let g o al l the hatred, the
di sappoi ntments,
l et i t al l g o.
Embrace the braver y you
have i nsi de you.
T he voi ce com es
wi thi n her.

An d th er e it is,
th e m o m en t o f
em b r acin g b r eath ,
em b r acin g so m eth in g th at
sh e h as b een g iv in g up.
An d th er e sh e is,
r isin g up towar d s th e sun
th at h as b een
waitin g f o r h er,
em b r acin g th e h o p e th at
co m es f r o m h er
b ur ied f aith .
H o p e ab o ut love,
ab o ut lif e,
ab o ut h er self.
An d f in ally,
sh e d ar es to walk alo n g with
th e waves,
sh e is n o lo n g er af r aid o f
th e d e p th , o f th e d ar k n ess,
b ecause sh e h as let
it all g o. . .
to b e o n ce ag ain ,
a h um an b ein g wh o s b o r n
o ut o f love,
liv in g f o r love,
an d to g o o n e d ay. . .
to b e star d ust o f love.

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The Tripartite
By Raven

o r r i gh a n , a wa r rio r Goddess of
B a ttl e; th e Ph a n to m Queen. Patron
of r even g e, n igh t, p riestess, wi tches, and
pr o p h ecy. Stren gth f lows through vei ns as
str ife. A n a n cien t Irish Go ddess of Death,
g iv i n g v i o len t a n d b lo o dy premoni ti ons
of r i o ter s en d o f life. Wai l i ng the cri es
of t h e B a n e-Sidh e, h er and her si sters
B a d h a a n d Ma ch a , fo r ming Mor ri gu` the
tr i p l e G o d dess th ree. Bo r n of Er nmas,
th e M o th er Go ddess, th ese her second
s et o f ter n a r y. Sp rin gs o f crafti ness and
bitter f i g h ts, h o ldin g th e l eg acy of thei r
G r a n d f a ther Kin g Nu a da whi l e si bl i ngs
wo r s h i p them, a n d men fal l at thei r feet.
K n own a s Wa sh er o f th e Ford a wonder
a b o u t th e deser ted strea ms. Washi ng the
blo o d o f o n e b o u n d to see thei r g rave.
A p a s s er by will witn ess the crone wi th
a n ev i l h ear t a n d eye fu ll of l aughter and
s h e wi l l wa il h er h o llowed deathl y cr y.
Hi s b o d i l y cla ret sh a ll r un col d, death
i m p en d i n g a s h a s b een foretol d. Never
ca n h e es ca p e, fo r o n e o f the three i s the
G o d d es s o f fa te. C r u o r, they al l crave
a n d h i s h ea d up o n a p la te.
In a m ea dow o f da rken ed forest ni ght,
cr i s p co l d a ir sen ds sh iver s down a spi ne.
Cuch u l a i nn kn elt by th e rivers stream,
Mo r r i g h a n sees th e ma n of whom she
d r ea m s. Takin g h u ma n fo r m of pure dark
bea u ty, h er lo n g h a ir f lowi ng and m el di ng
a g a i n s t the sh a dowy fo r est ni ght. He,
bli n d ed by co n cup iscen ce for aqueous
of s a n g u i n e b a th ed u p on hi s sword,
ch a l l en g i n g th e Go ddess of war. T he l ove
s h e wa s offerin g tur n ed to di sdai n wi th
wo r d s o f in sult h e sp o ke forever seal i ng
his d es ti n y. Ra isin g h is drawn bl ade and
r u s h i n g the seemin gly deli cate fram e, her

thunderous vo ice sp o ke as sh e f o r eto ld d o o m

to befal l . Mer e seco n d s b ef o r e r each in g th e
targ et of rag e, th e wo m an ly f o r m b ecam e a
raven and hi s sh ad owed h ear t d ejected with
understandi n g o f wh at was d o n e.
S cream i ng wails wer e h ear d f r o m all ar o un d ,
ever y m ans hear t f ell co ur ag e f ear as th e
evi l sounds o f d eath n ear ed th e f ield o f
battl e. Mor rig h an b eg an sp eak in g an d th e
words i nci ti ng th e b eg in n in g o f b lo o d sh ed
and the fi rst r eco r d o f th e Ban e-Sid h e.
Upon ar riva l o f C uch ulain n , th e h atefi l l ed soul she h ad cur sed to d ie th is d ay h e
di smounted th e steed , b lo o d p um p in g with
such i ntensi ty, h is lim b s f ull o f str en g th an d
energ y and m in d sh ar p with str ateg y. C lin k in g
of swords an d b lo o d cur d lin g cr ies f r o m th e
i m pal ed awaitin g th e f in ish in g b low to d ie.

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G or e s o a ked th e so il a s Mo r ri ghan took the

field, calling to her sisters to for m Mor rigu`,
the Triple Goddesses that all knew. Weapons
d r aw n f r o m ea ch sister a n d the veng eance
enjoyed by ever y so u ls de par ture. Ar rows
r a i n f r o m b o th sides o f the cam pai gn
ca u s i n g a g on y a n d p a in , in d efensi bl e whi l e
eng a g ed i n melee to p ro tect the l and they
cl a i m ed . No th in g to u ch es Mor r i ghan,
B a d h a , o r Ma ch a ; immo r tal and hol d the
ti tl e o f D eath in ca r n a te.
Fata l i ty awaits wh ile h e fights wi th str ug gl e
ag ainst his opponent Mor righan strengthens
to cr u s h . Ea ch swin g tires Cuchul ai nn as
never a n te ceden tly, will weakened by the
i m a g e o f f i re in h er eye a n d a face changi ng
to ven o m , cu rsin g demise. Ar m s stretched
hig h g u a r d i n g ea ch a g a in st stri ke the
s heer p ower in h is o p p o n ents mi ght cause
a s l i p o f f oo tin g a n d th en, the predi cted
pli g h t. . . co l d p iercin g o f steel teari ng at
wa r m f l es h a n d a n o th er b la de to a gl abrous
thro a t. T i s th is th e feel o f death? Choki ng
on h i s b i tter b lo o d a s th e words she uttered
l i ng er i n min d, layin g up on the m other
l a nd , a l o n e a n d dyin g. Eyes fog and star t
to b l u r, the fo r m o f a woman wal ki ng
s l owl y co mes n ea r, in f luid g esti cul ati on;
the wo m a n he b r u ta lly sh unned, he reaches
f or w i th o ne a r m o u tstretched. Taki ng to
f li g h t o n wi n gs o f a raven she l ands upon
his s h o u l d er a n d th e la st b reath escapes hi s
chest a n d h i s en emies kn ew i t was hi s death.
S hri ek o f Raven h ea rd th e whol e i sl and
over, b eco min g leg en d o f the now known
a nd f ea r ed Ba n e Sidh e, ma r ki ng the deaths
his d es cen da n ts will fa ce by her prophecy.
G od d es s es o f da rk a n d death, tr ust not
wha t yo u thin k to un derstand, what they
s ay i s th e l aw o f th e la n d.
Man y f o r m s ca n b e ta ken , but a raven can
i ns p i r e co u r a g e o r fea r over any battl efi el d
of h a tr ed , seen to b e watched over by
the Tr i p l e Go ddess Mo r rigu` awai ti ng to

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sum m on sl ain so ld ier s to a m acab r e sp ectr al

bane. Cal l ed up o n by L ug to g ive th em
strength ag ain st th e Fo r m o r ian s, ask in g o f
the tri o what sh all th ey b r in g to assist h e.
Mor ri ghan resp o n d ed , h ate in eyes an d f ir e
gl eamed from h er in sid es. We sh all in still
courag e of the an cesto r s to inv ig o r ate each
of your men an d d ee p en th e ter r o r o f th o se
who oppose. M y sister s an d I will p ur sue,
subdue, and d estr oy all th at stan d ag ain st
you. U tteran ce o f h er sp ell an d war b eg an ,
the force of Fo r m o r ian s ar e d r iven over th e
cl i ff and i nto th e sea. M o r r ig h an ch an ts o f
vi ctor y then g ives h er d ead ly en d p r o p h ecy
to al l who ar e listen in g.
I shal l not see a wo r ld th at will b e d ear
to me. Summer with o ut f lower s, k in e will
be wi thout milk . Wo m en with o ut m o d esty,
m en wi thou t valo r, cap tur es with o ut a
ki ng. Woods with o ut m ast, sea with o ut
produce. Wr o n g jud g m en ts o f o ld m en ,
fal se preceden ts o f Br eh o n s, ever y m an a
betrayer, ever y b oy a r eaver.
Son wi l l enter h is f ath er s b ed , Fath er will
enter hi s sons b ed , Ever yo n e will b e h is
brothers broth er-in -law. An ev il tim e! So n
wi l l deceive h is f ath er, d aug h ter w ill d eceive
her mother.
Al l stunned by p ower f ul auth o r ity n o t
knowi ng what to m ake o f th is d aun tin g
prophecy, th e f ield was clear ed an d th e
tri ni ty beg an co llectin g th e h ead s o f f allen
for euphem istically, an aco r n cr o p o f th e
Mor ri gu. Misty f o g o f co ld o cean ch ill
col l ecti ng th e d ead in f ull m o o n n ig h t,
si ngi ng thei r tun e f o r th e Bar d s to sp r ead ,
hor ri fyi ng the ch ild r en in th eir m id n ig h t
dread. Taki n g b lo o d stain ed d ead o f g o r e
and ter ror to th e n ex t in can tatio n . H av in g
watched al l th e lives to f all, d ecid in g each
whod answer th e call. Feed in g th e lan d
of g reen, fer tilizin g f o r th e n ex t o f lif e to
rai se i n m oth er G o d d esses n am e, Er n m as.

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corva.de.obsidiana

Bio: This is my creative view of

the beautiful Dark Goddesses
of Ireland. A writer in process
to complete her first of many
novels and as of mid 2015 a
dark poetess writing her jaded
soul. Seeking to learn more
every day, becoming well
versed in varied subjects.
Having consistently, felt a
creative calling for expression
through carefully, crafted
pieces upon a multitude of
artistic mediums. The blood ink
penned, is an ode to the onyx
hearted soul. Endeavoring to
persevere through adversity
and strife, which led me to a
lovely group of people in which
Ive found understanding and
support.

The
Rising,
a
poetry
collaboration by my writing
group
#adamandtheeves
http://www.amazon.com/gp/
aw/d/B01AIV9OSO

Al l have pur pose i n l i fe even th o se wh o ar e

of darkness and stri fe, to b e th e en d to m er e
m or tal and usher i n a new b r eed o f b lo o d wh o
sm el l s of thei r ancestr y. Bein g th e G o d d esses
who wal k the bar rows, a mu ch r ever ed b an d o f
Bane Si dhe, and the Washer o f th e Fo r d wh o
foretel l s prophecy. T hi s i s why all W itch es an d
Pri estesses cal l i n the ni ght, seek in g r even g e
i n the name of Mor ri gu. Once called up o n its
i r revocabl e and wi l l take l ives o f all n am ed ,
restori ng bal ance of whom was v ictim ized ,
murdered, and defamed. Blood thirsty veng eance
enacted, protecting all who worship the Mor rigu,
chanti ng the i nvocati on of M o r r ig h an , M ach a,
and Badha shal l be forever un d er saf eg uar d by
acti on.
T he Tri pl e G oddesses, a symb o l o f str en g th an d
i nde pendence for al l women. A m o o n o f th r ee
si gnal s your l ove and devoti o n to n atur es o r d er
of death through l i fe. Honor yo ur p r o tecto r s by
shri ne. A bowl sym bol i zi ng th e h o ld in g o f lif e,
bl ood wi thi n shows the givin g o f ap o th eo sis
i n l i fe, a si ngl e raven feath er as th e ch o sen
for m that personi fi es the G o d d esses. Fin ally, a
cri mson cl oth givi ng exal tatio n f o r th e Wash er
of the Ford. Al l of these g ive th e r esp ect to
our protecti ng tri par ti te, the Ph an to m Q ueen s
of i mmor tal i ty.

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Death Of The Artist In

The Digital Age
By Devon West

devonwestauthor

Bio: Devon West Author of

The Wild Type . . . we were all
dreams lost in the mucus of
the night. . .
www.amazon.com/dp/
B010150E0O

he ar ti st of today n o lo n g er wo r k s
wi thi n the fabl ed so litud e o f th e o ld
m asters. But to a l esser d eg r ee ex ists, in
i ts i deal . Hi s work process is ex p o sed o n a
publ i c pl atfor m befor e it h as un d er g o n e
the necessar y i ncub atio n p er io d to
ri ghtful l y m ature and sur v ive th e scr utin y
i t wi l l wi thout a doub t b e sub m itted to.
T hi s unedi ted rough d r af t is p r esen ted
on soci al m edi a as an o n g o in g wo r k in
prog ress or the popular p ar t o f a lar g er
work both to i ndi ca te, th is is n o t my
best work, and of cou r se co p yr ig h t.
Both
acts
done
un d er
in ten se
sel f-consci ousness,
in stin ctively
understandi ng that by d o in g so, th ey ar e
i n effect sel l i ng them selves sh o r t, to
the devi l . N ever theless th e in f luen ce
and pressure of the h er d weig h h eav y
enough, to be persuaded in to sh ar in g th eir
ar t, l aunchi ng i t i nto th e sh ar k in f ested
waters of soci al m edi a, wh ich p r evails as
a necessar y evi l .
A pl ace where si m pl e cap tio n s ar e b ein g
m ani pul ated and stolen by an o n ym o us
vi si tors, col l ecti ng mater ial f o r th eir
own publ i cati ons; l i ke p ick in g f lower s
from what they deem a p ub lic g ar d en .
T he hashtag poetr y i s n o t d ead n av ig ates
ad nauseam by the sam e in d iv id uals
whom are consum i ng it f r ee o f ch ar g e,
per petuati ng the roman tic n o tio n o f
the star vi ng ar ti st. B y d isr eg ar d in g th e
subtl eti es of creati on itself ; an d ad d in g a
fal se sense of war rant in an atm o sp h er e
brewi ng wi th suspi ci on .
T he end resul t i s an ar tistic d eath
ci rcul ati ng i n a vi r tual co sm o s, wh er e
anythi ng can be del eted .

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Halloween

no_dear

Bio: My name is Tiara like

the crown. My only goal in life
is to make people happy. To be
able to touch them with my
ideas, and comfort them with
my words.

By Tiara

he ri ch smel l of baked
g oods and pum pki n scented
candl es wafted through the ai r.
M y m other shook her hi ps si de
to si de, as she sti r red the mi x
in the bowl . She brought the
spoon up to her m outh to taste
the batter. Smi l i ng softl y she
whi spered the words perfect,
dr um m i ng her festive themed
nai l s on the marbl e counter top.
El i zabeth she sai d, causi ng
me to take a ste p back al m ost
fal l i ng off the stai rwel l . Youd
thi nk that by now I woul d have
g otten used to her bei ng so wel l
aware of her sur roundi ngs l i ke
that.
Please tell me you arent wearing
that ol d costum e she si ghed,
wi pi ng her hands on her cri spy
whi te apron. Li zzy! Li zzy!
my l i ttl e si ster yel l ed boundi ng
down the stai rs i n her el aborate
pri ncess dress. Boo! Li zzi e,
g oes boo m om my! She gi g gl ed
ski ppi ng past me, ri ght i nto our
mothers ar ms.
M y m other scooped her up,
doi ng her best not to face m e.
El i zabeth I j ust wi sh youd tr y
to g et more i nto the spi ri t.
M y m om si ghed as she wal ked
away. You used to dress so
pretty, and festive, she sai d.
You know, maybe i ts hard for
her to understand, I m ean I see
her poi nt. W hat gi rl wears the
sam e Hal l oween costum e year
a fter year? T he one day of the
year that you can be anythi ng
you want.
Personal l y I thi nk peopl e use
Hal l oween to express how they
feel . T hey hi de behi nd thei r
cl othi ng and fake personal i ti es,
wai ti ng for the day to be
themsel ves. T he ones who dress
scar y are the ones who tend to

use th e h o lid ay f o r an excuse to

finally be wild and free. T he ones
in th e p r etty co stum es, wan t to
lo o k b eautif ul an d eleg an t. T h ey
r ef use to let th e typ ical attir es,
sto p th em f r o m catch in g eyes
th at h ar d ly ever g lan ce th eir
way.
T h en th er es m e, an d I m th e
sam e th in g ever y year, b ut its
alm o st as if I d o nt n eed a
co stum e. I m b asically th e sam e
th in g ever y d ay. I k n ow wh at yo u
m ay b e th in k in g b ut n o, I d o nt
d r ess up as myself. I d r ess up
as a g h o st, sam e co stum e ever y
year f o r th e p ast seven year s.
Alth o ug h to m e I lo o k th e sam e
co m p ar ed to ever y o th er d ay.
M ayb e b ecause I m inv isib le,
o r at least th ats th e way I f eel.
I wo nt h id e b eh in d m akeup,
p o o f y d r esses, o r m ask s. Peo p le
ten d to take ever y o p p o r tun ity
to tr y an d b e so m eo n e else, b ut
I ll always b e aver ag e L izzy.

I ll always b e myself. . .

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hellionsaint

Bio: Ive been writing for more than

half my life and gave me a voice
when I could not speak. Becoming
my comfort on sleepless nights,
soothing the demons encroached
upon my soul and taught me
who I am by helping to find my
purpose. I was born to write and
surpass even the title, poet.

Night Skies
By HellionSaint

T he drear y ni ght sk y h an g s over h ead ,

sl ee pl ess sol di ers battle p ain f o r r est.
Covered i n defeat o f th e d ay,
they need rest for th e co m in g d awn ;
new day, more b lo o d sh ed .
N o tri um ph for the tir ed so ld ier he bl eeds hi m self to slee p,
he stares i nto th e n ig h t.
Lyi ng amongst those h e calls b r o th er,
he ponders: my broth er, my f r ien d ,
words that hol d power. In th e en d ,
wi l l you be there to take th e b lun t o f a swo r d .
W hen you wi tness m ad n ess in th e d ar k ,
wi l l you cower and tur n away o r
wi l l you stand at my si de to g r eet th e co m in g d ay?
G reet our end i n al l th e b lo o d sh ed .
He ponders as he stares at th e star s, th ey g low.
As i f to l ook at hi m and say, Fear n o t my h um b le so ld ier,
for the com i ng dawn. H e sig h s, th ey sp eak ,
Face your fate with wh at yo u ar e,
for what you are i s m o r e th an th is. . .
T he ti red sol di er begi ns to tea r, star in g at th e twin k le o f
ni gh t.
He fal l s i nto endl ess sl ee p cho k in g o n th e d istaste o f h is
woun d s.
A si ngl e tear rol l s off hi s cheek as h e b r eath es a f in al b r eath .
Sti l l ......ponderi ng, sti l l l ooki ng, th e n ig h t sk y p asses h is so ul
to sl ee p.

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Page 10

Fines Ter rae

( E n d s of E a r th )

ewel s a t s ta rin g o ut th e window. She never

ex p ected th e a p o ca lyp se to l ook l i ke
th i s ; s h e ex p ected th e b ur ni ng, col l apsed
b u i l d i n g s a nd p eo p le r u n n ing around l i ke
ch i cken s with th eir h ea ds cut off and al l
th e s cr ea m i ng b ut n o t a lien s.
T h er e wa s a n o ise b eh in d her m aki ng her
f l i nch . W ha t a re yo u do ing? D i dnt you
h ea r m e ca l l in g yo u ? H er twi n brother Jeff
s ai d m a k i n g h er b lush fro m embar rassm ent.
S o r r y, n o I didnt h ea r you. How coul d
I wi th a l l o f th a t g o in g o n outsi de? S he
re p l i ed g es turin g towa rds the outsi de worl d
b ehi n d th e win dow. W h atever, we have
to g et g o i n g, th ere wa s a Bi oshi p spotted
co m i n g th i s way.
H e h a n d ed h er a sp ecia lly m ade gun that
was m a d e to p a r a lyz e in stead of ki l l i ng
b eca u s e u p to th is p o in t al i ens were not
th e o n es tha t were h o stile. Sadl y, the war
zon e th a t wa s o n ce ca lled N ew York was
crea ted by h u ma n s. H uma n s were the fi rst
o nes to a tta ck by b o mb in g and shooti ng at
th e f l yi n g sa u cers, a t th e ti me they di dnt
rea l i z e th ey were o n ly da magi ng thei r own
la nd. S o Jef f a n d h is n erdy fri ends created
g u n s th a t o nly stu n n ed th e vi cti m s.

By Ashley Tomlinson

T hey real l y o n ly wan ted to escap e, n o t to

hur t anyone.
Grab your to o th b r ush an d lets g o save
the worl d, h e said th r owin g h er a sm ile.
G rabbi ng her b ack p ack o f f th e d ir ty f lo o r
she hur ri ed beh in d h im o ut th e d o o r. Wer e
tr yi ng to save th e wo r ld n ow? I th o ug h t we
were j ust tr yin g to sur v ive in it. Sh e said
to the back o f h is h ead . Well wer e sav in g
our own l i ttl e wo r ld s by g ettin g o ut o f N ew
York.
N one of thei r sm all g r o up was r eally r ead y
to l eave the tem p o r ar y saf ety o f th e h o use
yet but they had n o ch o ice. T h ey h ad to r un
i f they wanted to sur v ive.
T hei r once l ar g e g r o up was n ow just f ive
peopl e. Most o f th e o th er s eith er lef t to
r un wi th their f am ilies o r g o t caug h t in th e
crossfi re. Jeff was th e o n ly f am ily Jewel h ad
l eft and she wo uld d o wh atever it to o k to
hol d on to th at. An d y, L uke an d C am wer e
m ostl y strag gler s th at b ecam e f r ien d s.
Ever yone held th eir g un s in f r o n t o f th em
ready to shoo t an yo n e o r an yth in g th at
crossed them. T h ey lear n ed quick ly th at th e
peopl e that wer e lef t in th eir wo r ld wer e n o
l ong er hum an e.

Indie Affair

T h ey n o l on g er lo o ked a fter each other,

now ever yon e wa s o ut for them sel ves.
K i l l i n g f o r fo o d a n d scavengi ng from the
d ea d b o d i e s th a t littered the g rounds they
wa l ked o n .
T h e o n l y r ea so n An dy, Luke and Cam
wer e wi th th e twin s wa s b ecause they were
d es p er a te. Jeff saved An dy from g etti ng
s ho t by a m a n th a t wa s tr yi ng to steal hi s
f oo d . L u ke a n d C a m a re cousi ns and they
bo th s aved Jewel fro m a g roup of rowdy
teen a g er s. T h ey were mostl y after her
wea p o n s a nd fo o d b u t who knows what
el s e th ey wo uld h ave ta ken i f they caught
her.
Rea d y? Lu ke ca lled o u t before f l i ngi ng
op en th e d oo r, n o t givin g a nyone a chance
to r es p o n d . T h e rest o f th e g roup wai ted
u nti l L u ke g ave th e sign a l that ever ythi ng
wa s cl ea r. It felt like a n eter ni ty before he
waved th em o ut.
Jewel wa s th e la st to exit the bui l di ng. Her
eyes g r ew wide a t th e ver y si ght of what the
wo r l d h a s co me to. W h ere i s ever yone?
A ndy a s ked . I do nt like thi s si l ence,
Cam s a i d i n h er squ ea k y voi ce. T he street
that wa s j ust filled with peopl e r unni ng
a nd s cr ea m i n g wa s n ow co mpl etel y em pty.
E ver yth i n g seemed eerily sil ent.
L ets j u s t kee p movin g, Jeff sai d reachi ng
ou t a n d p u l lin g Jewel b eh ind hi m. Dont
l eave my s i de, h e co mma n ded maki ng her
r oll h er eyes. T h ey ma de th ei r way down the
s tr eet s l owl y. C a m a n d Jewel were cr ushed
i n th e m i d d le with a ll th e guys sur roundi ng
them. T h er e wa s a lo ud hum m i ng sound
f r om a b ove th em ma kin g them al l j erk.
T h e a i r a r o u n d th em sta r ted to gl ow and
d u s t s ta r ted swirlin g like a m i ni tor nado.
Ru n ! Jef f yelled, a s h e g rabbed Jewel s
han d a n d p ulled h er o u t o f the l i ght. T here
wa s s o mu ch dust in h er eyes she coul dnt
r ea l l y s ee an yth in g. T h ere was a pi erci ng
f em a l e s cr ea m b eh in d h er and she tri ed to
tu r n towa r d s it b u t Jeff stopped her. S he
k new i t wa s C a m a n d kn ew they had to do
s ometh i n g. We ca nt save her now. Jeff
s a i d , p u l l i n g Jewel down a deser ted al l ey.
L u ke a n d An dy were clo se behi nd them
ea ch s to p p in g to ca tch th ei r breaths.

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What happened to her? Jewel asked, r unning

to peak aroun d th e co r n er f r o m wh er e th ey
cam e. I t l ooked like th e Bio sh ip to o k h er,
Luke sai d wip in g a tear f r o m h is eye. C am
was the onl y f am ily h e h ad lef t an d sh e was
j ust taken ri g h t in f r o n t o f h im . I d id nt
thi nk the al i en s wer e d an g er o us. An d y said
pressi ng a butto n o n h is g un m ak in g it h um
to l i fe.
We dont know th at th ey ar e d an g er o us.
Jewel sai d watch in g th e Bio sh ip scan th e
sur roundi ng ar ea. W h at ar e yo u talk in g
about? T hey just to o k my co usin , sh es all
the fami l y I h ave lef t. Of co ur se th eyr e
dang erous.
You dont know th at. Jewel said f acin g h er
g roup for the f ir st tim e. Jef f ste p p ed ar o un d
her and g ently p ush ed h er f ur th er in to th e
al l ey and away f r o m th e co r n er. W h at ar e
you sayi ng, Jewel? Jef f asked usin g h is g un
to l ook around th e co r n er Jewel was just at.
I m tr yi ng to say, we d o nt k n ow if th eyr e
dang erous. Cam co uld still b e alive.
Yeah, and how wo uld we f in d th at o ut?
Luke scoffed , k ick in g a r o ck with h is sh o e.
I dont know b ut yo u cant just assum e sh es
dead.
W hat i f theyr e ex p er im en tin g o n h er ?
Andy shri eked b ef o r e h e clear ed h is th r o at
re peatedl y and b lush ed . Oh co m e o n , d o nt
tel l me your e o n e o f th o se p eo p le th at
actual l y bel i eves th ey g o ar o un d p r o b in g
peopl e. Jewel r o lled h er eyes wh ile sh e
adj usted the str ap o n h er b ack p ack b ef o r e
taki ng i t off to r elax h er sh o uld er s.
Enough, Jewel n o n e o f us k n ow wh at th ey
do. W hy are yo u always d ef en d in g th em ? D o
you know som eth in g we d o nt? Jef f asked
not l ooki ng at h er o r an yo n e else b ecause
he was sti l l watch in g th e Bio sh ip ar o un d
the cor ner. T h en th e Bio sh ip seem ed to
di sappear befo r e h is eyes. Its a well-k n own
fact that the Bio sh ip s can tele p o r t f r o m
pl ace to pl ace at n ear lig h t sp eed s. M ean in g
they coul d be an ywh er e at an ytim e.
Al l I know is th ey h ave n ever h ar m ed
hum ans befor e, Jewel said h o ld in g h er ar m s
out wi de. Yo u d o nt k n ow th at f o r sur e
though. Al l f o r m s o f co m mun icatio n h ave
been down fo r at least two m o n th s.

Indie Affair

hyperashley

Bio: Im Ashley, reading

and writing are my biggest
passions in life. I spend most
of my days curled up on my
couch with a good book in my
hands and my dachshund at
my feet. I am working hard on
writing my first novel while
also reviewing books for my
blog. I also dabble in writing
short stories in my free time.
Please visit
www.hyperashley.com
to know the rest of the story.

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T hey coul d have star ted killin g by n ow. Jef f said

gl ari ng at her. Jeff, l ook ou t! L uke scr eam ed as all
three of the rem ai ni ng m em b er s o f th e g r o up aim ed
thei r guns upward. Jeff tur n ed h is h ead ar o un d to
see the Bi oshi p movi ng over h im .
Andy l ooked behi nd them to see th e en d o f th e alley
l ooki ng back at hi m . I ts a d ead en d b ack th er e m an ,
were trapped here.
W hat do we do? Jewel cri ed o ut. T h e lig h t b eam ed
down coveri ng Jeff s body, sh e co uld see th e f ear
i n hi s eyes. G et her out o f h er e, h e scr eam ed as
hi s body star ted to l i ft off th e g r o un d . N o ! Jewel
scream ed as she pl ung ed her self f o r war d k n o ck in g
Jeff asi de and out of the l i g h t.
-To be continued-

By Kayssie Caprice

kayssiecaprice

Bio: In love with words and

smiling. Purely & proudly
Zimbabwean
w w w. a t h o u s a n d l i g h t y e a r s .
wordpress.com

I fel t your cl aws g r ip my h ear t,

T hat pai nful pl easure of liv in g o n th e ed g e.
Li ke needl es f l owi ng in my b lo o d
And poki ng my f l esh at ever y en d .
See youve fi ni shed the star t, p assed th e m id d le,
now youre star ti ng th e en d .
Youve conj ured these sp ir itual b o d ies
Haunted my persi sti ng co r p o r eal skeleto n s.
T hese dem oni c ang el s ench an tin g my h ear t,
Tur ni ng water i nto win e in to g r ease.
Tr ue ol ives di sgui sed as g r ap es.
Even my breath froze mi d -air at th e th o ug h t

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Page 13

j.hunley_rambles

Bio: John Hunley, 48, a truck

driver from Central Ohio. Took
a 25-year rest from writing,
and picked it back up 4 years
ago to skim off a little of the
crazy before it boiled over.

REAPER
By JH

Id believe in forever, if
it werent for the reaper.
Grim and unyielding,
hell kidnap your soul.
A sleek bony bully, hell
entomb all your wisdom,
Divine inter vention will
buy it right back.
W hen death shadows
forward, we harken our
Angles, our souls in
denial, and our bodies
fall silent.
Bled of our sin, what
becomes of us, then?
Are we put in a drawer,
or g ain sweet ass
revival?

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Page 14

By Alisha Papneja

H
ink_stained_diaries

Bio: My name is Alisha

Papneja and I am a final
year undergraduate student
pursuing
bachelors
of
honours in English from Delhi
University. Writing what I
feel seems the best thing I
can during the whole day and
thats why I love it so much!
#theetherealframe

e i s the one who fears th e str eak s o f sun , th e

shi mmeri ng gl ares eno ug h to eat in to h im ,
muti l ati ng hi s f l esh and bo n es. H e is th e cr eatur e
beg otten for the ni ght, pand iculatin g h is lim b s an d
com i ng to l i fe, sni ffi ng the f r ag r an ce o f all liv in g
bei ngs, ragi ng vehementl y l ike th e scin tillatin g f lar e,
hi s unabated bl ood thi rst mad d en s h im .
Cam ouf l ag ed by the dark, h e sear ch es f o r a p r ey,
wi th a si ni ster g ri n and eyes twin k lin g in th e d azzlin g
m oonl i ght, wai ti ng for an en tity to p ass by, waitin g
to pounce on i t. He i s a ch ar m er, tem p tin g yo u to
i nti m acy, di g gi ng i nto your juicy p ulp like sup p le
cori um wi th hi s acul eate fa n g s, in jectin g h is ven o m
dee p wi thi n you, i ntoxi cati ng yo ur m in d , inv ig o r atin g
your fram e, maki ng you one o f h is k in d .
He i s a fi end, vi ci ous, and un b r id led , attain in g g lo r y
wi th the ni ghtfal l , becom i ng th e ultim ate sover eig n
at the twi l i ght.

Last Train
By MPS

mypoeticsoulny

Bio: Ive been writing since I

was 14 only to take a hiatus
due to my day job and family.
Ive resumed writing poetry
in 2012 and it has become an
absolute passion.

Bones are rattl i ng in th e win d

As the l eaves beg in to sin g
Monsters peek behin d each sm ile
As they hi de i n th eir d en ial
G r uesome i nnards all sp ill o ut
As she kneel s and s tar ts to sh o ut
Prayi ng, beg gi ng f o r salvatio n
As her trai n now l eaves th e statio n
Death has come f o r us to d ay
T here i s nothi ng we can say
As you stare at h im in awe
He begi ns hi s scyth e to d r aw
You i m agi ned hi m g r o tesque
Yes hes al most statuesque
Handsom e i n a d if f er en t way
For your dem ons h e sh all slay
Frees your from un en d in g p ain
As you board an o th er tr ain

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A
Traitor ous
T hought
(A short story)

by C. Dougherty-Bernal

poetry_goddess88

Bio: Poetry gave me a voice

when I was too shy to express
myself around others. Ive
been writing since I could
bury myself in the adventure
of reading. As a mother of
three, a full time teacher,
with a supportive and loving
husband, I feel that the written
word and creative expression
feeds the soul.
www.wattpad.com/user/
CDougherty83

trai torous thought cree ps

i nto my mi nd as I see you
wal tz i nto the room wi th al l
the g race of a bal l eri na on
cocai ne. T hat f l aci d smi l e dri ps
o f sarcasm and yet ever yone
clusters around you and l i cks
up the drops you dri p.
I cri ng e to thi nk I m bl ood
rel ated to you. I dream, l uci d
dream s, of a vari ety of ways i n
whi ch I can end my tor ment of
you on thi s ear th. My own sm i l e
g r ows g enui ne as my thoughts
see p i nto ever y synapse of data
wi thi n my i m agi nati on. You
a pproach, your ever present
sycophants l atched onto your
teat, and my ski n crawl s when
you l ean i n for a Frenchm ans
ki ss.

Yes N atash a, o n e must r ise to

th e ch allen g e an d sh in e. Af ter
all, th is b usin ess h as n o tim e
to r est b ig sister, I say, an d a
sm ile b leed s f r o m my wo r d s.
N atash a d o esnt m iss a th in g ,
an d sh e alm o st ch o kes o n h er
d r in k , b ut alas sh e wo nt sh ed
h er m ask in p ub lic. T h at wo uld
b e to o juven ile.
Sh e laug h s it o f f with a b r eathy
wh isp er, d r ag s h er n ails a to uch
to o r o ug h o n my in n er wr ist as
sh e lets g o. Oth er s ar e v yin g
f o r h er atten tio n , an d I am n o
lo n g er in ter estin g. I swallow
my sco tch in o n e lo n g d r ag , an d
b r eath e. M o m my always said
to b r eath e wh en yo u escap e a
ven o m o us clutch an d live.

Hel l o si ster, fal l s from your

lips.

M o m my loved m e, an d N atash a
will n ever f o r g ive m e f o r it.

Hel l o N atasha, I swal l ow my

b i l e and recal l soci al nor ms,
you l ook rested.

I co llect my co at an d p ur se f r o m
th e co at g ir l, an d wo n d er h ow
clo se my lif e cam e to b ein g so
un co m p licated . But n o, m o m my
loved m e. N ow I m tr yin g to
swim with th e sh ar k s in th is
p utr id b usin ess an d my b ig sister
is th e b ig g est sh ar k o f th em all.

My i nter nal di al ogue betrays

my si nceri ty, gi rl s l i ke us know
h ow to cut wi th words, l i ck the
b l ood, and sm i l e i n the face of
a n enemy.
Mother would be so damn proud.
Baby si ster, dont pout, youve
done beauti ful ly i n my absence,
Natasha beams as she sl i ngs her
Car ti er watch onto my ar m and
wraps me l i ke a boa constri ctor.

If o n ly I d id nt sm ell like b lo o d .
M o m my n ever k n ew I wo uld b e
a tr aito r.

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Page 13

Poetry gave me a voice when I

was too shy to express myself
around others. Ive been writing
since I could bury myself in
the adventure of reading. As
a mother of three, a full time
teacher, with a supportive
and loving husband, I feel that
the written word and creative
expression feeds the soul.
www.wattpad.com/user/
CDougherty83

A Few Enticing Words To

Stimulate Contemplation:
Imbroglio: An altercation
or complicated situation.
Languor: Listlessness,
inactivity.
Chatoyant: Like a cats eye.
Ephemeral: Short-lived.

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T he Night T he Monster s
Come Out To Play
by K.J.J.

kennyjorgenson

Bio: Rugby player/coach

I live, work and play in Toronto,
Canada.

After the suns descen t th at autum n d ay

at ni ght the monster s co m e o ut to p lay
ghosts and ghoul s, o ld h ag s an d cr o n es
wi th hel l hounds howls an d d em o ns m o an s
Al l heed the Jack -O-L an ter ns call
they scuttl e, sl i ther, cr ee p an d cr awl
from foeti d swam ps an d sulf ur o us h aun ts
to sati sfy thei r wicked wan ts
T hei r besti al cr uelty p o n d isp lay
to ter rori ze their liv in g p r ey
Al l Hal l ows Eve, o n e n ig h t to f ear
they r ul e the wi tch in g h o ur each year
Good peopl e al l cower in g in th eir b ed s
behi nd shuttered door s to kee p th eir h ead s
whi l e outsi de demons r ag e an d r o m p at will
seeki ng out fres h b lo o d to sp ill
However, as the seas of tim e h ave saun ter ed p ast
chang e, once sl ow, n ow tr an sp ir es f ast
the scal es have ti pped, th eir n ig h ts n ow lo st
a new darkness ri sen, at th e m o n ster s co st
W here once they used th e sh ad owed g lo o m
to havoc-wreak and r ain d own d o o m
the tor turers have b eco m e ter r if ied
dark cor ners now th eir p lace to h id e
T he evi l they m ad e m an o n ce f ace
i s now nothi ng m ore th an co m m o n p lace
sad testam ent to o ur m ad d escen t
to our moder n ag e o f n eed less to r m en t
Once hor ri bl y feared as th ey cr uelly p layed
thi s netherworl d now sh r in k s af r aid
and so they sl i ther, cr awl an d cr ee p
back hom e to suffer the n ig h tm ar es in th eir slee p
Even wi th thei r death ly p all o f g r ace
exi sts tr ue dang er s to o g r eat to f ace
for the real m onsters n ow ar e yo u an d m e
savag er y comes not f r o m th em , b ut we

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by Frank Cardoza

Bio: A traveler, a writer, beer

consumer,
baseball
card
collecting, music loving, cinema
addict with a predilection for
pin-ups and staying up to see
the sun rise. A musical nomad
who has a fondness for foreign
chanteuses, and hard driving
desert rock...with a mix of old
school hip hop and hyper ska.

T he par ty masks put on to h id e o ur d aily m ask

Dressi ng to accords, the tr ick s to b e p layed
Di sgui se of our choi ce, th e tr eats to b e taken
Wal ki ng al ong si de gho uls an d p r in cesses
Sol di ers and zom bi es, laug h in g an d p layin g
Chi l dren wi th parents, f r ien d s with f r ien d s
T he festive n atur e
on Al l Hal l ows Eve
A sl y l ook from Sam h ain
Wi th pum pki ns sm ilin g th eir g r in s
Dressed to d isg uise
Treats or Tr ick s
on Al l Hal l ows Eve.

I host a radio show on

KAOS 89.3 FM from Olympia,
Washington. Im a single dad
raising a 9-year-old daughter in
this world. Just writing words
and living inside the moments.

Wi th the autumn l eaves fallin g o n f r esh g r o un d

Li ghted candl es for the so uls g o n e p ast
Just a fool s rem em b r an ce
on Al l Hal l ows Eve

speakinginreflections

by C. Dougherty-Bernal

T h e r aven b lue in k o f th e n i g h t
ca n h o ld un f a th omab l e f ri g h t.
But little d o th e an g el s kn ow
th a t a n igh tm a r e ca n reap an d sow.

devonwestauthor

Bio: Poetry gave me a voice

when I was too shy to express
myself around others. Ive
been writing since I could bury
myself in the adventure of
reading. As a mother of three,
a full time teacher, with a
supportive and loving husband,
I feel that the written word
and creative expression feeds
the soul.
Find me on Wattpad:
@CDougherty83
www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/
B01AIV9OSO?ref=aw_sitb_
digital-text

It ca n r ea p th e r eward o f p ai n
co m e th e sto r m wi th th e rai n .
In th e sh a d ows of h uman f ear
th e ur ch in d em o n s yel l an d ch eer
T h ey sm ile a t our demi se
W ith h o p eless sp iri t o n t h e ri se
D o nt let th e d a r kn ess o f al l si n
d o nt let th e m o n stro us devi l wi n
Fea r n o t th e m o n sters o ut o f yo u
f ea r th e lies th a t b ur y th e tr ue
Sh a d ows o n ly m a sk th e l i g h t o f h o p e
r ise a n d r eign o wi n , do nt mo p e
Yo u a n d I ca n still tur n i n to th e sun
quick , b e sa f e, eyes al er t an d r un .

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Haunted Jour nal

By KLP

Wal k wi th me through
these hal l ways never m i nd
the bl ood on the wal l s...
Careful as to where you
ste p, l oose f l oorboards are
the perfect pl ace to hi de
away secrets from pr yi ng
eyes.
open_journal

Bio: KLP, Kristi Leigh Phillips.

Small town mother of three
beauties with a passion for
creative writing. For me there
is nothing more intimate or
haunting, the way memories
become no more than words
on withered pages.

Yes, the l i ttl e gi rl cr yi ng i s

i n g reat pai n from a past
that sti l l l i ng ers.
T he g oosebumps upon your
neck are not the wi nd at
al l , ver y much ghoul s that
crawl .
Tread l i ghtl y near the
shadows they wi l l tr y to
steal your soul .
T hat door i s l ocked for a
reason, openi ng i t woul d
not be wi se at al l .
One l ast l ook outsi de these
wi ndows?

I k n ow th e f o g is th ick
love, b ut ch er ish yo ur last
d awn .
Wer e n ear in g th e r o o m o f
m ir r o r s d ear, ar e yo u sur e
yo u wan t to ven tur e o n ?
Ah , h er e we ar e. . .
Yes, th ey ar e all sh atte
r ed b ut th e im ag e r em ain s
th e sam e.
T h at yo u in th e m ir r o r h as
my so ulless eyes,
b ecause we ar e o n e
in th e sam e,
N ow, I ll clo se my jo ur n al
un til n ex t wr ite
tr ap p in g th e g h o st in sid e
wh er e my h aun ts r esid e.

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Blessed Be
by Laurina Writes
laurinawrites

Bio:
New
poet
with
concentration in cinematic
and modernism. Aspiring writer
in fiction and short stories in
mysteries and science fiction..
www.wattpad.com/user/
LaurinaWrites

Bl essed b e
we ar e
the Sal em sister s
from the f air est
l and an d sea,
spel l s i n o ur vein s,
honori ng th e sun
and moon ato p,
i n chari ots we r ise
above th e seas
unl eash th e sto r m
and spir its
from the g roun d b elow
we tread th r o ug h
your canopied d r eam s
bl owi ng cl oud s o f f ear
i n your slee p.

petitspoemes
By LM.R.
Bio: Mallory Rowe is a poet
from Alabama. She is currently
working on her second book of
haiku. Her work centers around
spirituality, the cosmos, and
philosophy.

D ee p i n the f o r est
W here sunl i ght never p ier ces
I l eft you to slee p

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by Darlene Burns

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darlenealways69

Bio: Darlene Burns born

and raised in Los Angeles,
California.
She
attended
L.A.Valley College to study
Oceanography, but realized
her true passion lied in writing.
Mother of three and currently
resides with fianc working
on her next novel due out in
the Spring of 2016.
I come from a family of
talented women. So even
though I put off my dreams
of writing for my children, I
challenged myself to become
one of those women that I so
admire.
My true passion is reading
and researching all elements
regarding the supernatural. I
fell in love with the old movies
featuring Vincent Price and
Bela Lugosi.
darlenevb-twitter handle
www.dburnsauthor.com

T he wal l s are covered with g r een m o ss n ow

I can sti l l hear f l ood in g in sid e my ear s
As I wal k down th e h all
N o one wi l l co m e in sid e
N o one v isits
I scratch the wal l s. I r u n my f in g er s over th e
m arkin g s.
My bored sel f -ex p r essio n .
I ease near the wi ndow and p eak th r o ug h th e to r n
l ace cur tain s.
I see the o th er s
Hap p y
Laugh in g
Runn in g
Li ttl e g obl i ns, ghoul s, ghosts, m ad e up co stum es.
Bags Full.
I stare blan k ly
Longin g.
Wai ti ng for thi s ni ght to en d . H o p in g I d o nt h ave
to protect my h o m e.
T hen, theres th e k n o ck . . .
T he knob tur n s
Here I g o. . .
T he wal l s bl eed. T he chan d elier sways. T h e d ust
swi rl s and knocks over the lam p s o n th e tab le. I
appear. Ar m s ra ised . I van ish .
T he ki ds r un i n the n ig h t ter r if ied .
I ve done my d uty
I wander back. Sti l l po n d er in g aim lessly
Recal l i ng my l ast m o m en ts
I was twel ve when I dr own ed in th e p o o l
I n the ba ck yar d
I stare out the wi ndow lo o k in g d own in th e
m oonl es s n ig h t
A hundred year s ag o
Forever yo un g
Forever s ear ch in g
Forever haun tin g

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by E.J.K.

beauty_deride

Bio: My name is Erica Harris. I

have found that within my 35
years of
existence, three things tether
me to life: my children, my
family, and writing.

Bonel ess descri ptor

hol ds captive my g aze,
Spotted haunts ooze
from spi l l ed past g ests,
Ti nkeri ng resi dual s
I n the dead of nig h t,
Hol d my g ri p
As though g reas ed . . .
Yet hung out to dr y.

by E.J.K.

And the fateful cr y,

Am ongst the omin o us sk y,
Shri eked i ts
r oar,
Upon the cor psal h o ar,
Over that derel i ct
si ft,
Of a ful l m oon ad r if t,
I am assed my
pl edg e,
To the bl eedi ng darkness. . .
and to i ts
edg e.

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Never mo r e
by N. K.

notknownauthor

Bio: Born and raised on

Vancouver Island, I work as
a paramedic. In most of my
writing I try to use imagery
that convey feelings on
experiences which weigh
heavier on the dark/ twisted
side of things or of love/ lost
love. My favourite poets are
Poe and Pablo Neruda which
may explain the correlation to
dark love in my writing.

Its been three weeks since his sister died

Two days since he saw her last
He tur ned on the bathroom light
Her ref lection was in the glass
Last night he thought he felt a draft so he arose out
of bed
T he wind blew through the open window,
Moaning like the dead
He shut the window forcibly ag ainst the chilly
breeze
W hen he tur ned around she was there ag ain
Crawling on her knees
Her legs were twisted, broken, bent her yes rolled
back inside
Her jaw looked shattered as she g aped it open
Releasing a sor rowful cr y
T he boy stood frozen as a rock but didnt make a
single sound
Not even as she g rabbed his feet and pulled him to
the g round
With a whimper he slowly went into the g reat
unknown
She clenched her decayed fing ers around his neck
Now neither are alone
T he nex t mor ning is when they found him
Still lying upon the f loor
With claw marks in his back and etched the messag e
NEVERMORE

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by Adam Lain

trvp3zoid

Bio: My name is Adam Lain,

I did not consider myself an
artist until recently when
I discovered a loving and
supportive community of
writers on Instagram. Theyve
helped me rediscover my love
for the beauty of poetry, and
encouraged me to continue
writing music and prose.

In bitter sanctuar y
of the moon full
in reticent spite,
as evening primrose
into frag rance
of silhouetted skies bloom:
while in slumbers de privation
silent lays callow beauty,
compromised within the rapture of the horizons
darkness seductive,
before lovelor n star s fall beneath
mor nings helpless sun;
in light of hopeful
dreams defiance
I shall refuse to wake.

Expo se d

thefloeticsoul

Bio: Dena aka The Floetic Soul

is a poet who spends her days
working as a criminal law
paralegal. Her first book, The
Floetic Soul will be released
November 2015. She lives with
her husband and five children
in North Carolina.

by The Floetic Soul

I tur ned myself in sid e o ut

Exposed mysel f to th e wo r ld
I n hopes that you wo uld tr uly see
W ho I rea lly was
T he vul tures pi cked at my in sid es
To sati sfy th eir h un g er
Wal ki ng by as I m p icked ap ar t
You tur n a bl i nd eye to my suf f er in g
Now here I like
My tr uth ravag ed like r o ad k ill
By l i fes ca r n ivo r es
You fi nal l y n o tice m e
I tr y to g ather up wh ats lef t
Tr y to m ake i t beautif ul ag ain
You cant see past th e d evastatio n
Cant see the sacr if ice m ad e
For your atten tio n
Pronounci n g m e ug ly
You wal k away from m e in d isg ust
Leavi ng me to d ie
Expo sed

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by Kristy Johnson

kris_johnston_author

Bio: Kris Johnston (aka,

Leeloo Deschain), is a single
mother of 6 amazing people.
When she isnt raising totally
cool humans, she is either
sitting at her laptop or on her
phone, creating stories and
poetry. She is a firm believer
in empowering her fellow
woman!

His heated g aze,

I kee p for days.
It stays within me, beneath my skin.
It war ms me so,
Of course he knows,
I anticipate all of his delicious sin.
His touch, his g rip,
His breath on my lip,
Fires up all my ner ves ever y single time.
But its his eyes
T hat cause my sighs
And the wicked look in them that says,
Youre mine.

by Kristy Johnson

Wel com e to the Freak Sh ow, d ar lin g ,

S o ni ce of you to co m e.
Weve l ots of thri l ls, an d even ch ills,
Our enter tai nmen t is quite f un !
You wi l l be asked to leave a to ken
Or donati on a t th e d o o r,
Because nothi ng com es f o r f r ee, my f r ien d s,
And sur el y you ll wan t m o r e.
T he si ghts youl l see ar e so ex tr em e
You may doubt your eyes an d ear s.
But once you give i n, your so ul will str etch th in ,
And youl l soon know th e m ean in g o f f ear.
die
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