Umasabirah - These Are The Things That Keep Me Up At Night...
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Blue-Grey
I am Blue-Grey
Cool on the outside, yet
Stormy on the inside,
It's hard to see, at sea
What lies beneath, but
There is something always churning,
Yearning for more
Than what's on the shore;
What's in store
For the future
No one can tell,
Well,
I, for one,
Am no longer satisfied
With the status-quo
I'm using my
Gift of Time
To find
Something more.
The Alley
Jana had taken this shortcut through the alley hundreds of times. She knew which backyards could be seen clearly along the dirt path and which ones were hidden by tall fences. She knew which yards contained loud, barking dogs and which had friendly cats that would welcome the occasional ear-scritch. She had memorized the careful placement of trash-cans, and the neighbors who would spend the evening on their back porch, greeting her with a friendly wave. Not only would this particular shortcut save her a good twenty minutes of time, it would take her far from the busy road she lived on. On the sidewalk by that road, she faced regular cat-calls and inappropriate offers that made her shoulders shrink and her insides squirm. The alley had always been her friend, her ally, her quick path to her own lovely backyard. In her head, she could already see her back gate, hear the rusty creek of its hinges, smell the scent of elder-flowers wafting from the large bush by her kitchen window.
Something was different about the alley this evening, though. She felt sinister, unseen eyes lurking in the shadows that awaited her, causing her stomach to flop and the fine, blonde hairs to raise on her arms and the nape of her neck.
“I’m being silly,” Jana said to herself, hardening her resolve. She had already lost precious time making a decision and scaring herself with her own wild imagination. She was wasting time that could be spent finishing her homework, time she could be using chatting with her friends online. With a final, decisive glance toward the flashing headlights of the busy road, Jana turned to the darkened alley.
Jana never made it home that night.
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Sappho as Muse in Nazi Germany
Did you write for Sellie Engler?
Did you whisper in her ear,
Did you speak to Lotte Hahm
Things she would maybe need to hear?
.
Did you strike fear in the Stasi,
Of woman loving woman,
An offence to the Nazis
They'd try to silence one by one.
.
Did you visit Violetta,
Dance with ladies in Berlin,
Were you there when love was shattered
Like the glass they trampled in.
.
Are you here with us this day
As all the terrors rise again,
Will you be there as we’re taken,
Give us strength to rise within.
New horror story on Vocal:
https://vocal.media/horror/dr3-m-inc0l0r
What Happened Inside the Room (continuation of "From Across the Room" and "From Inside the Room")
Her face swung to the door as she heard multiple locks click from the outside. The man from the cafe entered the room, smiling his icy smile.
“Well, hello! You’re finally awake.” He said.
“What is this? What’s going on?” She said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, stepping closer to her, “You have no friends, no family, no lovers. No one to miss you if you disappeared.”
“I have friends,” she said, faintly.
“None that I saw. Are all of your friends online?”
She looked away, embarrassed.
“How sad. Don’t worry,” he took one last long step towards her, bridging the short distance between them, “I’ll be your friend. You don’t have to go back to that tiny, lonely apartment of yours. You can live here, with me! You can even have your own room all the way down here in the basement.”
“Why are you doing this?” She said as tears filled her eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, feigned pity in his voice, “Because I can.”
Her heart rate increased as he climbed over her supine body. She waited until his position was just right. She jerked her leg, ripping the ropes from the bed, and slammed her knee directly into his crotch. With a guttural moan, he curled into a ball, helpless. She freed her other leg and both arms with a series of quick, decisive twists, then rolled both herself and the man over and off the bed. She had reversed their positions in a matter of seconds. She smiled as she pinned him to the floor. Her teeth glittered in the dim light.
“Too bad you weren’t paying very good attention while you were stalking me,” she purred. She relished the confusion in his eyes, “You didn’t choose me, sweetheart. I chose you. I know what you’ve been doing down here, and you’re never going to do it to another person.” Her teeth grew long and sharp as he watched in terror, and she plunged them into his neck. She guzzled the hot liquid that gushed from his veins. He thrashed against her inhumanly-strong grip, but his struggles became more and more weak as she drained him. Just before he became unconscious, she lifted her head and looked at him. Her dagger-like teeth dripped crimson.
“You know, I really should keep you alive for a while--torture you the way you tortured them,” she sneared at him, “But I’m not a monster.” Her scarlet lips returned to his throat. His body gave one final twitch, then lay motionless.
Calm
The grey-white clouds caress the sky, casting a diffuse light over the comparatively-violent, bright green foliage. The birds are quiet and the bees seem to scramble over the flowers while they still can. There’s a feeling of preparation, an inhale of breath, a calm. A sharp pain in the side of my head speaks to a low pressure spiral. The leaves shiver and dance. It is almost time.
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