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
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
“Careful there, young master!” Crooned a voice issuing from a throat harsh with age. The very air shivered at the sound. Martin shook sandy blond curls from an apple-cheeked face as he stopped on the muddy lane. The young boy turned around, looking back down the rain-soaked pathway. There, limping between wagon ruts that ran deep … More Sinister Countdown- Grandmother Agnes
Chip, crack, crash. We break the ice, jagged and clear. Washing our hands from blood through the years. Chip, crack, crash. Our work here will never be done. Eternal frost and broken bones. Chip, crack, crash. We are buried beneath an unending load. Backs bent, skin slick with sweat and liquid ice. Chip, crack, crash. … More Sinister Countdown- Chip, Crack, Crash
The following tale is not for the faint of heart. It is a graphic, brutal, but true tale of a battle for our very lives! I was sprung from a deep and peaceful sleep at 430 AM to the sound of Ms. Chickchick clucking concernedly (yes I can tell the difference between my chickens’ voices) It didn’t sound … More Sinister Countdown- Creepy Crawlies
Ever hear of the hissing weave? Tightly bound to make a chest heave? Thought of doom and life’s blood spent, Chase away all things even spent. Stitching here and suture there, Scream out loud at flesh tears. Weeping softly beneath the fabric, You minds a writhing best of havoc. Best laid plans of men and … More Sinister Countdown: The Hissing Weave
The road stretched before our car, thumping under all four tires. All around us desert and mountains stretched for miles. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I thought and loved it. This was my favorite part of our family road trip. It meant that we had finally left our home state and were now plunging headlong into a new … More On The Road
“I’m gonna give you till the count of three.” The man screamed, spittle flying out of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, beard covered in spit, vomit, and heaven only knows what else. Beyond us, sand drifted in the morning light kicked up by the revving truck before us. “What have we done?” One of … More Death By Anticipation
Don’t you understand honey?” She said, trying to sound helpful. “They’re taking it all down all of it all the trees the river the forest, they’re already bulldozing it down.” I ran, bushes and leaves slapping against my legs. A bird took flight from its hiding place, calling out with an ugly voice. “Raven.” My … More By The River Running
I had planned on posting several fictional stories and poems, but some unforeseen events have altered my plans. Please, bear with me as I share so much more than fictional accounts of sinister proportions. I intend to thrill you, horrify you, and terrorize you with true stories from my own life that haunt me to this … More Sinister Countdown Finale
The Ink Owl 