Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author K.R. Morrison @KRMorrison2 @darc_nina #LoH #fiction #WiHM

Posted on April 22, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Offerings
K.R. Morrison

The moon had become entangled in the last remaining leaves of the oak outside her window. From Winnie’s viewpoint, it seemed as if it had truly become enmeshed, for as the night went on, it never moved.
Neither did the shadowed figure at the end of her table. It had come in as the last of her patrons were leaving, and didn’t look as if it was going anywhere.
“It’s closing time,” she said to the silent phantasm. “I don’t mind giving you something to eat, but I do have to get to my bed.”
The figure dipped its cloaked head.
Winnie brought out her best ale, first by the cup, and then by the jug. Everything she put in front of it disappeared. She brought fruit in a basket, bread from the pantry, chickens slaughtered fresh from the yard.
It continued to fill itself, hour by hour, but never moved.
After what seemed three nights, Winnie was out of food. Still the shadow sat, waiting.
“I have nothing left!” she exclaimed. “Please leave!”
The figure dipped its head toward her dog.
She wept as she butchered the little poodle, then laid the carcass before her silent patron.
Finally, it indicated, with a sweep of its hand, that she could clear the table.
Winnie gave a relieved sigh and stretched over to claim the dishes.
With lightning speed, the phantasm caught her arm.
The moon finally disentangled itself from the trees and moved on.
As morning finally broke, the villagers were awakened by the yapping of a small dog at Winnie’s tavern door. They shuffled over and saw the little poodle, and the chickens scratching in the yard—but no sign of Winnie.
When they opened the door, they found her body stretched over heaps of food and gallon jugs of ale, all of it untouched. Her arms and legs were missing, and her heart had been torn from her chest.
The villagers rejoiced and set to on the food that had been returned to Winnie’s table. They also feasted on the remains of the tavern keeper, relieved in the knowledge that the sacrifice had been accepted, and that they were all safe again.
For now.
Fiction © Copyright K.R. Morrison
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.

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More from Author K.R. Morrison:

Be Not Afraid (Pride’s Downfall Vol 1)

Lydia’s faith in God is strong – at least on paper. But what happens when that faith is tested? Turned into a vampire by the worst – Vlad Drakul – she feels that God has abandoned her. But the opposite is true. God rescues her from a fate worse than death, and brings her into the plan He has for global redemption. With the help He sends, she feels like nothing can stop her. But when Vlad torments her again, and then her family, the temptation to run and hide is almost too strong to resist. Her answer to God’s call is the deciding factor in the battle that pits the angelic powers of God against the demonic powers of Hell.

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on April 21, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Rie Sheridan Rose

“I don’ wanna go in there!” Benny whined—he was always whining about something, but Mama made me watch him after school.
“C’mon…it’ll be fun,” I coaxed. I’d heard a story, and I wanted to see if it was true. “If you come in with me, I’ll give you a dollar.”
“Five.”
He might be a whiny baby, but he wasn’t no dummy.
“Okay, five. We’ll just pop in for a minute and pop back out. Promise.”
I don’t think he believed me, but his allowance was fifty cents a week, so he was willing to give me the benefit of the doubt.
I shone my flashlight down the throat of the cave. It wasn’t very big, but it was very dark, and more than a little creepy. Benny had my free hand in a death-grip, and it kinda hurt, but I let him get away with it this time.
The floor of the cave was sandy, and I could hear water dripping somewhere near by. Aside from the little cone of light the flashlight projected it was pitch black once we got about ten feet past the entryway.
“Do we haveta go further, Chris?” Benny whispered, his voice shaking.
“Just a little further,” I promised.
The flashlight suddenly illuminated a formation at the rear of the cave. It looked like wet rock hanging in tendrils and ridges.
I gulped. This was what I had come to see. The stories weren’t wrong. It looked like an alien creature crouching there in the shadows.
“I offer you flesh of my flesh!” I cried out.
Benny jerked at my hand, trying to pull away. “W-what are you doin’, Chris?”
“I offer you this sacrifice!” I shove Benny toward the rock formation.
It stirred to life, tendrils waving as it felt for Benny in the darkness.
“Chris!”
“Do you think I’d waste five dollars on you?”
The sounds that followed me out of that cave still haunt me today…but I can live with it. I even promised to show Mom and Dad where I saw Benny last. They’re still looking for him—so why not reunite them? After all, I am good at taking care of myself.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose

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Overheard in Hell:
Dark Poetry

Poems exploring hell and damnation. Tales of sorrow, vengeance, betrayal, and redemption. Ghosts, ghouls, and demons stalk these pages. Don’t read in a lonely house…in a darkened room by a single candle…

…unless you like the touch of an icy finger up your spine.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Michelle Joy Gallagher @Aphelia @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on April 21, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Petra’s Journey
by Michelle Joy Gallagher

Petra closed her eyes and felt the sun on her face. She took a deep breath and opened them and watched as the train pulled slowly into the station. Traveling from Wyoming to Iowa was not her idea of a great getaway, especially since it was for a funeral. She hardly knew her Aunt Margaret, but as an only child, she was elected representative of her father who was too ill for the journey. She climbed the stairs to the passenger compartment and paused, looking back at the station mournfully. She was already homesick, and she hadn’t left her home state.
She could only afford regular fare and did not have a sleeper cabin. She found an empty row of seats and settled in for the 4-day journey. The conductor made a last call for passengers to board. She heard the brakes release and felt the train jolt forward. She was on her way whether she liked it or not.
It was close to sunset when they left. She watched a parade of couples and families pile into the dining car, laughing and enjoying each other’s company for dinner, then pile out again to find their overnight cabins. Her face went a bright red when a child asked her mother why the lady in the corner had to use her jacket as a pillow and the mother without looking over at her asked, “What woman?” The girl looked at her with sad eyes as they passed but dropped the subject.
Petra’s embarrassment slowly turned to anger as she watched the landscape roll by outside the window. How dare they treat poor people like they are invisible. What right did they have?  When the conductor entered the cabin to check tickets, her embarrassment won out. She dug through her coin purse, counting her bills and change to see if by some miracle she could an afford an upgrade to a sleeper car. 3 dollars and 45 cents. Fuck. She felt tears burn her eyes and the back of her throat felt like it was on fire, when the conductor approached, she ducked her head down and swiped at her face quickly with her hands. When she lifted her head again, he had moved past her down the row to a gentleman seated at the front of the car she was in. Mortified, she got up from her seat and made her way toward the conductor with her ticket in hand. She didn’t want to be accused of hitching a ride. The conductor was handing the ticket back to the gentleman when she arrived.
“Sir, I’m sorry… you must have missed me.” She held out her ticket to him. He didn’t turn to acknowledge her, or even flinch when she spoke up. He was still looking down at the gentleman he’d handed the ticket back to.
He nodded at something the man was holding. “Tragedy ain’t it? I was on duty. Horrible sight. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping right for quite some time.” The man nodded gravely in response. “Shame she was so young. And on her way to a funeral no less…”
Petra leaned in and looked over the man’s shoulder to see a copy of the local paper and read the headline.
“LOCAL WOMAN FOUND DEAD ON TRACKS.”
A picture of Petra beneath the headline smiled back at her. The one she’d had taken when she graduated. She stifled a scream and stumbled backward, hitting the floor of the passenger car hard. She closed her eyes, willing what she saw away. Suddenly, she felt the warmth of the sun on her face. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes and watched the train pull slowly into the station.
Fiction © Copyright Michelle Joy Gallagher
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose

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blkhwkBlackhawk: Volume 2

Welcome to Blackhawk, Colorado. Blackhawk has always been strange. Natural disasters. Disappearances. Murders. High strangeness is a part of daily life. We can’t hope to explain it, but we can chronicle its past. Learn from it. Fear it. Blackhawk is an experimental fiction series set in a shared universe, written by a variety of talented authors. It is the brainchild of David M Brown (Plague Doctor, Modern Animals) and Carl D Smith (Moleb the Giant, Darkness Out of Carthage). Each story will contribute to an organic, evolving mythology as diverse as the voices behind its tales. For fans of True Detective, Lost Highway, Twilight Zone, and The Terror. This is Volume Two of the series and contains five stories by five different authors, each in tune with the specific strangeness Blackhawk has to offer. NOTE: For fans of Lake Lord Publishing’s prior horror titles, be warned that Blackhawk will contain content that is perhaps more disturbing and mature.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Suzanne Madron @suzannemadron @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on April 20, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Games We Played
by Suzanne Madron

It wasn’t until years later that they found the bodies. For decades, we had played in and around the area we were forbidden to approach, as the young and inexperienced so often do. If we had heeded the warnings, perhaps things might have turned out differently, or perhaps not. It is all, as the saying goes, spilled milk.
The visits from the monsters were few and far between, many of the stories of their appearances were the stuff of nightmares and imagination alone. We didn’t think they would follow us from the stories and into the tunnels, that they would blot out the light as we ran from their reaching arms.
We didn’t think we could kill one of them, much less three of them. The adults in our community were horrified and we fled from our homes. We hid.
It was only after we had grown that we understood what we had done. By then, of course, it was far too late.
More monsters came, once again chasing us into the tunnels as we fled. We once again groped our way blindly through the darkness, around corners and through the stinking waist-deep muck water we knew so well. Our footfalls and laughter echoed around us like old friends in the tunnels. Once again, we managed to survive while one of their numbers did not. The game was played as it had been played before.
This time, however, the monsters brought light with them instead of fire that could be doused by our water. It was in the beam of this light of revelation that we saw our own features staring back at us, eyes wide with horror and worst of all, realization. It was the same realization reflected in our own eyes that were the exact shade of blue sky and murky water as the dead man’s. The same shade of stormy blue of the eyes of the deformed child peeking from behind the man’s bulk.
To us, the discarded, we saw only a new sibling.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.

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For Sale or Rent

The house across the street seems to go on the market every few months, but this time nothing about the sale is normal, including the new owners. No sooner has the for sale sign come down and the neighborhood is thrown into a Lovecraftian nightmare and the only way to find out is to attend the house warming party.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Alex Grehy @indigodreamers @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on April 20, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Arena of Light
Or
The Trees at Grandma Mary’s House
by Alex Grehy

Will you dare reach for
that sweet light? Wholesome comfort,
cruel illusion.
Trees
Feral trees grow fast
Sunshine nourishes growth but
does not satisfy.
Hungry roots seek more,
but long-buried, bloodless bones
do not satisfy.
Human blood pulses
inside the house; the trees know,
crave satisfaction
Branches brush the glass,
starving, frantic, test its strength,
tap, tap, tap, tap, CRACK! 
Will they dare reach for
that sweet light? Thorns hesitate,
fear the axe within.
Grandma Mary
Trapped by feral trees,
She cowers in dark corners,
shade repels the thorns.
Her primal fears dwell
here too, in the dark, terror
crawls on her pale skin.
Normality. A.
simple cup of tea out of
reach on the table. 
The window shatters.
Grandma grasps the axe, swings, tests
its weight, thwack, thwack, THWACK.
Does she dare reach for
that sweet light? She hesitates,
fears the thorns without.
Fiction © Copyright Alex Grehy
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.

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After a lifetime of writing technical non-fiction, Alex Grehy is fulfilling her dream of writing poems and stories that engage the reader’s emotions. Her work has been featured by a wide range of publications including Siren’s Call, Raconteur, Bookends Review, and Toasted Cheese. One of her comic poems is also available via a worldwide network of public fiction dispensers managed by French publisher, Short Edition. Her ingredients for contentment are narrow boating, greyhounds, singing and chocolate. It is a sweet life, yet Alex’ original view of the world has led to her best friend to say ‘For someone so lovely, you’re very twisted!

Please click here to discover more!   

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author K.R. Morrison @KRMorrison2 @darc_nina #LoH #fiction #WiHM

Posted on April 2, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Road Trip…Ad Nauseum
K.R. Morrison

The road stretched out before me, the night studded with stars. Occasionally some would float down around my car. The air smelled of bacon, which only added to the strangeness.
For, not three minutes ago, I had been one of the many drivers strangled in four-lane commuter congestion. How I had gotten here, I had no idea.
The stars floated around me—or was it snow? In the desert? Not unheard of, but odd.
Suddenly my world shook, and I hung on for dear life until the tremors passed. The stars/snow were now thick around me—and just as quickly, they were back in the night sky.
I started my car and headed toward the horizon, mystified and not just a little panicked. I was either dreaming, or I had been transported to another place in the world by some mystic hand.
Considering how my life had been going, a ramble through the desert at night seemed a better option. But where to find shelter? And dinner?
Suddenly the night was pierced by a high, keening cry.
Wolves?
Then, to my terror, a huge eye appeared ahead of me. I slammed on the brakes, but they were totally ineffective. I screamed as I plummeted toward the iris.
SLAM!
My car ran into something invisible, but very solid.
I was unhurt—and to my surprise, right back at the section of road where I’d originally found myself.
The high-pitched screaming came again—but this time I hear words. And I knew, somehow, that I would never be going home again.
***
The little girl laughed as she prepared to shake the snow globe again.
“Mommy! You should see! I have a car in my world now!” She frowned a little. “But the guy in the car scares me. How do I get rid of him?”
Fiction © Copyright K.R. Morrison
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author K.R. Morrison:

Be Not Afraid (Pride’s Downfall Vol 1)

Lydia’s faith in God is strong – at least on paper. But what happens when that faith is tested? Turned into a vampire by the worst – Vlad Drakul – she feels that God has abandoned her. But the opposite is true. God rescues her from a fate worse than death, and brings her into the plan He has for global redemption. With the help He sends, she feels like nothing can stop her. But when Vlad torments her again, and then her family, the temptation to run and hide is almost too strong to resist. Her answer to God’s call is the deciding factor in the battle that pits the angelic powers of God against the demonic powers of Hell.

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sheikha A. @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on April 1, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Sheikha A.

He feeds on energy –
calls himself Black
Widow; he can invert
to the feminine inside
of him, be ambitious
like swift, cunning legs
of a graceful arachnid –
an architect of bones,
keeping them fresh
for nest-building.
He can be submissive
like serum of justice
on lips of a feminine
scorn-lashing magician,
black like his blood –
black like infinity –
black like death on stilts
walking through dreams,
inflicting scars on necks
for posterity. He can crush
spines with an elegant swipe
of his palms; he will name
it sleep-paralysis, sweet
poison in his pelvic spool,
black like tongue of midnight –
black like birth hour of a devil.
He sprays lustful acid –
act of predation fulfilled.
Lunging bosom first
he spirals flesh firmly,
watching in decadent relish
until the moon-shine of bones
peek like a ray of light
through vapour residue
of skin, sinew and other
disposable trinkets; the soul
he sucks like marrow; the soul
he burns to silver, hot and viscous –
Fiction © Copyright Sheikha A.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Screen Shot 2019-12-17 at 10.57.17 AM.pngNyctophiliac Confessions:
Poems by Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee

“The night is cold enough to inspire poetry,” says Sheikha A. in her poem, “Reading My Bones.” This is the basis of Nyctophiliac Confessions – poems that are introspective and luminal, poems that require a certain amount of silence and space to be fully formed and appreciated. Reading these poems, I imagined that they were the kind of poems that assert themselves unbidden during a bout of insomnia. (A nyctophiliac being someone who loves the night or loves darkness).

Nyctophiliac Confessions is the 17th installment of Praxis’ chapbook series and contains twenty-six poems written by two poets, Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee, interspersed with abstract paintings by Robert Rhodes.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Asena Lourenco @ElaLourenco @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 31, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Asena Lourenco

A snap of a photograph,
Draws the eyes of the world to you,
Any secrets that you had,
Will soon reveal the truth,
Mist clouding my mind,
The room much the same,
My judgement not clear,
A corpse by the door frame,
A click of a message,
Inviting the web to join in the game,
An attached photograph,
Shared under my name,
The wind rushed in through the window,
Clearing my humid and hazy head,
As realisation kicked in,
That my mother is now dead.
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
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More about Asena Lourenco:

Asena Lourenco is 13 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Christina Sng @ChristinaSng @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 29, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Christina Sng

My last memory is of the leather-bound books sitting on my desk. They carry the stories of my life, written in my shaky, arthritic hand.

I wrote them in case I forget. After all, no one knows what happens after death. Certainly, no one has come back to tell the tale. No one I know, anyway.

I wake up in the darkness. The lamp has tilted and fallen, and now the fire eats away at my clothing and my books.

I frantically pat the flames away and grasp each precious volume in my arms. The window beckons and I lunge through, my right shoulder leading the way.

The cold night air engulfs my skin in a strange entrapment of kinship as it wraps me in its soothing blanket and lulls me to sleep.

I wake up in flames but I feel no pain. The fire has devoured the stories of my life, now dust in my arms. But I no longer care.

All I care about are the people gathering to gape at my burning house, pointing in horror but doing nothing to stop it.

Fury rises up from my gut like a raging inferno. I tear each one of them to pieces, devouring their blood and marrow till I am sated.

It is then I notice my bloodied hands no longer hurt excruciatingly when I open and close my fingers.

My vision is razor-sharp. I can see an owl ten miles away tilting its head curiously to the moon as if it spies a mouse there.

A discomforting sensation stirs inside my stomach.

Who am I, I ask myself?

Does it matter? Another voice replies.

No, I tell it. I no longer care nor remember, but I know how I got here.

Memory is a small price to pay to never again feel pain.

I look up and smile at a child standing by the gate, its eyes glazed and bloodshot with terror and tears. It still holds on to its father’s severed hand.

With a leap, I take to the brightening sky, leaving all that is human behind.

Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
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A Collection of Nightmares

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kendra Hale @DevourAllWords @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 29, 2021 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Hidden Delights
by Kendra Hale

Listen to the sound of my voice. 
Focus. 
Let us go back to your favorite time, your favorite place. 
Make it a happy memory. 
Have you found one?
Oh good, now your eyes may start to feel heavy.
That’s okay. 
Let yourself fall into a slumber. 
Feel the warmth of your body ease you into this sleeping state. 
Where are you?
In a park, on a summer’s day?
Is the warmth you feel the sun?
Is it bright there?
Feel the joy envelope you.
Do you notice someone out of the corner of your eye?
What caught your eye first?
Ah, the way the sun shone on their chestnut hair. 
Is that how you made your choices? 
Did it remind you of a halo?
Was she your angel? 
Did you send her home?
Calm.
Listen to my voice.
All is safe.
All is well. 
You following her was unnoticed.
You were just another person on that dark street. 
It was that alley where the light had captured her halo so brilliantly…
That was where you decided to free her. 
It was warm and wet.
It was messy.
But you watched that light leave her eyes.
You watched as she went home. 
No one could have blamed you. 
Alison was sent home. 
I am going to count to three and you will come back to me. 
You will have these memories but they won’t come to the surface.
Not unless you are asked about her. 
You will feel refreshed and relaxed. 
One. 
Two. 
And three.
There we are, welcome back. 
How do you feel?
Oh I am glad. 
We made such progress today. 
Oh the pleasure is all mine. 
Yes, I believe our next session will be just as fruitful. 
You can schedule outside with Leslie for our next session. 
It is for people like you I am glad I chose this vocation.
Thank you, you are always welcome here. 
See you next session. 
*click*
It is time to find my next angel…
Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Just Emotions:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology

A collection of poetry.

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