It was one of those nights on cemetery lane that made you feel electric with energy and somber with thought all at the same time. The air was crisp, dead leaves scattered as they ran underfoot and glided overhead, filling the night with noise. The moon was full and luminous casting an eerie light on the … More Sinister Countdown- Into the Yew Wood
Reading your secrets, Sweet musty deluge of lies, Too bad bones can’t hide. -M.E. InkOwl
So often had Sally wondered, Upon the trunk beneath the tree. Too afraid to ask her grandmother, What treasures laid nestled deep within. It had sat there for weeks and weeks, Collecting dirt, water, and her attention. Both night and day with silver lines gleaming, It made young Sally’s mind run reeling. So she had … More Sinister Countdown- Locked Up Secrets
Footsteps wander a lonely hall, Shuffling beneath a moon quite full. Curtains rustle as cold breeze ripples, Shifting gentle upon dusted ground. Shadows rise up between closed doors, And shriek in silence as the flash down. All the while footsteps wander, Passing onward in a forgotten round. Now you hear voices whispered, Murmur beyond locked … More Sinister Countdown- Midnight Walking
The rains have subsided now. In the heavens clouds break apart revealing a deep azure sky. My eyes reflect azure as rough hands rip me from my garden. Down the main street with hands bound in thick iron cuffs I stride. To either side of me a faceless community watches. “Curse thee, wicked woman!” Cries a broken hag. Her teeth crooked … More Sinister Countdown-Caught
Let the blight and rot come forth, Beneath this Yew Wood deep. We bring forth a pestilence and plague, With our hands so keen. For now as we gather strength, Our quarry rears it’s head. Cover them with torment unending, as the sickness seeps in deep. For we will prevail in our dark pursuits, We … More Sinister Countdown- Carmine Octavo
Whiskers upon a midnight cat, Twitch in knowing thought. Lights dim upon each window sill, And flesh tries to hide. Arching back, gouging claws, A hiss reaching end to end. All grows still a locked latches lift, And a shadow invites itself in. -M.E. InkOwl
Cat eyes flash acid, Spitting bubbling morass, Wheezing voices call. -M.E. InkOwl
Bells tolled in the twilight their cracked and aged mounting protesting with shrieks unheard above the clamoring din. “Hurry child they won’t be long! You’ve got to flee from this home!” Aunt Harriett’s face was flushed with panic as she pulled Cher’s from the icebox and wrapped a warm loaf into Meredith’s bag. “But Aunt, … More Sinister Countdown- Witch Daughter’s Flight
“Mac, are you seeing this?” Officer Gange’s voice held a note akin to exasperation as he hit the brakes and turned their battered Crown Victoria onto the soft shoulder of the road. Officer McClarin Geroge, Mac to all who ever got to know him past getting a ticket, looked up from his laptop as his fellow … More Sinister Countdown- Howl Creek
The Ink Owl 