Annabelle: The Haunted Doll

Last night I had the opportunity of seeing a prescreening of the upcoming movie Annabelle Creation, the latest horror movie in the Conjuring series. Based on of the lives of Ed and Lorraine Warren, these movies offer an inside look into the occult and the works of the famed Demonologists. I know not all people... Continue Reading →

The Other Side Of The Tracks

You forge down the path set by others Fighting against the befallen curse Unable to break free from the chains   Destined to continue down the desolate trail Gazing across the tracks to where you want to be Unable to make any progress against the restraints   The endless struggle Against the unchanging tides The... Continue Reading →

Breath and Bone Writing Prompt Challenge: Endless Night/Kristen Ricketts

I wanted to share a short fiction piece that I submitted to

Brave and Reckless

The lights from the house shined brightly against the ominous night sky. This place that once encompassed so much happiness now keeps me anchored to these grounds. Barely more than breath and bones, I am like an echo between planes; not much more than a whisper in the wind.

Below my feet the leaves that fell overnight no longer crumble under my weight. I am a remnant of the person that I once was, destined to live eternity in endless solitude. The scent of jasmine hangs on the breeze; another reminder of all of that has been lost. The grass has finally started to grow on the haphazardly dug grave below the weeping willow, covering what lies beneath the muddy soil. I can feel the decomposition beginning on my body, a web of secrets entwining me with the earth.

Around me, the night begins to come alive with nocturnal creatures…

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Footprints In The Sand

Footprints in the sand A brief glimpse of the past meeting the present Time lingers, Paths colliding   Who was here? Man? Woman? Young? Old? Where were they headed? Will your destinations entwine? Questions unanswered…   If only for a minute, A remnant of two epochs meeting Only to be removed by the constant changing... Continue Reading →

The Black Rose

The wind blows A constant breeze that rustles the tree branches on the horizon Outside the window a bright day waits Inside, nothing will be the same again A woman lays there, clinging to exist Half a lifetime filled with pain Bones brittle and knotted The shallow breaths become few and far between Only the gentle... Continue Reading →

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