Looking for inspiration for your night of horror? Come by Pen of the Damned and read what we have brewing. Here’s a taste:
And there are prizes but I think you need to climb in a coffin to claim them.
The weeping was for all who, on small feet, come, hands overflowing with offerings; the dead screaming in their endless burn. They prowl the shadows, “You cannot flee, ” says a voice that is not his own. Husks of comforting strangers fill my head with their thoughts.
“I always laugh last.”
~ and so they are all damned
Small Sacrifices ~ Nina D’Arcangela
Damnation ~Dan Dillard
The Ruin of Man ~ Tyr Kieran
Palace ~ Joseph A Pinto
The Lost Message ~ Leslie Moon
Ghoul’s Last Laugh ~ Blaze McRob
THE OTHER PLACE ~ Thomas Brown
Dementia ~ Daemonwulf
Photograph: “Monument” © Copyright Dark Angel Photography.
The knob creaked as I gave it a twist.
I’d been able to breathe last time I’d been here.
Imprisoned behind an unlocked gate of decorative iron, I watch the world carry on without me.
Shadows beckon; so soon shall I dance.
I am plummeted to the world beyond my fears.
My mind bleeds for what should have been, for the chance never to have seen you.
The rooftop glitters, wet with slime and sunlight on old stone.
Theirs is a multitude of ignored voices; immeasurable lives ending as grist to be chewed by holy teeth.
From down the hall, the words do come, and with them now, a screeching hum.
Poisonous Hope, by Tyr Kieran, Sacred Charge, by Nina D’Arcangela
Cast adrift
No where to go
my hands grip
this piece of flotsam
can’t remember why
*
Piece of wracked ship
splintered debris
watery abyss
sucked into darkest
no one hears my cry
*
“welcome to the crypt”
a hollow grating sound
fingertip like cold
opens it’s doors
none knows where I lie
As a writer for the Pen of the Damned, I like to draw attention to the excellence of the writing that you will read by this dark, angst wrought group. Please check out the newest short story by Dan Dillard ,“Visions of the Reaper.” If you like dark, you will not be disappointed
I apologize to the photographer as I lost the information about the piece. If you know, please contact me so I can attribute properly.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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