Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lori R. Lopez @LoriRLopez @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Experiment
by Lori R. Lopez

Neath a slanted crumbling roof at the outskirts
Of the kind of jerkwater average town
You wouldn’t expect to harbor mad scientists
Moretta Munrow found an abandoned lab
Or perhaps, more accurately, a deserted Bell Jar
A stark shell that once harbored the cutting edges of
Exploration.  Trials and errors, pioneering advancements
That hummed or beeped with technology, activity
Though the building lay stripped and gutted of equipment
She could imagine all stages and states of the bizarre
Every manner of weirdity and off-the-wall strangeness
The unconventional.  The hinky.  Biology research gone awry
An inventor’s bittersweet “pet” project kissed goodbye
Some corporation’s dirty little secrets shut down —
Cast aside.  A failed experiment, or was it a success?
The place hibernated, ripe with unlimited possibilities
A paradise for a young girl’s precocious mind; a toyland of
Scrapped endeavor, shredded blueprints, unplanned mishaps
Alarming miscalculations and disturbed goals
Kicking, picking through chambers of emptiness
Occasional left-behind, forgotten, worthless junk
Traces of disappointment lingered, disastrous results
Yet Moretta traipsed room to room in a rapture of hope
Not sure what she wanted to find but knowing
Deep deep down, it was meant for her alone
A missing piece, an overlooked clue.  A broken relic
Proof what they had wrought, meticulously engineered
Precariously rendered, discarded amidst the ruins
She reveled at the thought of a glimpse, a peek
It was like giving a dog a bone!
Intrigued; both gnawing and gnawed at
She gaped and giggled as she roamed the lovely
Shambles, collecting wreckage.  A souvenir hound
Any genuine samples would do for a shelf or table in
Her bedroom to stare at, fondle and fantasize
She wasn’t fussy, as long as it resembled Science
A vestige of a laboratory.  A synthetic fragment
From a lost, outdated, retro, vintage, vainglorious pursuit
It seemed dreadfully romantic.  Speculative and Gothic
A sight for wistful brooding eyes
To tread the layers of academic stomping grounds
Trample across another person’s dreams
That didn’t go so well judging by her impressions —
Tattered scattered remnants of unspent efforts
Tossed on the trash heap of Time or Fate
This gaunt edifice her playpen, she sought to
While the hours the way she haunted cemeteries
Far too interested what reposed there
In particular the contents of a rusty storage tank
Pent with stockpiled ramifications; curiosity bait
What could be inside?  Her mind a crucible of ideas
A cauldron of suppositions akin to the hulking tin can
Bearing three words stenciled just below the rim
Where a yoke had been attached and latched
Without a lock.  DO NOT OPEN was all it said
Now who could resist?  Enthusiasm bubbled
She pushed the heavy lid, determined, straining
Iron scraped, a frictious echo in the grave quietude
Cumbrous as a tomb of stone, shut off from air
The dust disturbed along with the dead
Uncovering a mystery, atop a cabinet slid to the brink
A girl peered in the depth of the conspicuous kettle
Black soup; a thick void.  “Hello?”  Absurdly she waited
Only to gasp when a thing dormant stirred
Too subtle and uncertain whether slithery or not
Moretta fancied there could be no signs of life
At the wishing-well bottom, an inky cistern
Like a passage to Hell.  The grimmest mouth
Would reach sharp lengthy fingers . . . an oily mitt
Stretch from the pit’s yawning pot
As she spied into the abyss of murky nothings
A child listened for sounds to establish intent
Its make-up and condition, which had to be dismal
And the darkness spied back!  With piranha greed
Was she snapped in a blur
Too late, she found out the ulterior purpose
A fathomless beckon for a stray passerby
That tested, infested, and promptly digested
Moretta Munrow in a turpid undertow
Then again, perhaps it found her.
Fiction © Copyright Lori R. Lopez
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More from Lori R. Lopez:

Poetic Reflections: The Queen Of Hats

A collection of very unusual verse, ranging from wacky to dark to narrative. Lori R. Lopez writes her own way, whether poetry or prose. This book contains both in an odd yet artful balance.

Volume Two of the POETIC REFLECTIONS book series, THE QUEEN OF HATS is packed with craziness as well as eerie and thoughtful pieces. Chapters are framed by thirteen eccentric or brooding columns, followed by a rich array of additional content for each theme. Lori’s writing style is wildly original and evocative, providing much to think about in this sequel to KEEP THE HEART OF A CHILD. The print edition includes black-and-white illustrations done by the author.

THE QUEEN OF HATS received HONORABLE MENTION in Poetry from the 2015 Royal Dragonfly Book Awards and an HONORABLE MENTION from the 2014 Halloween Book Festival.

Available on Amazon! 


About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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