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Lenny had waited hours for the hen to abandon her nest in search of a meal. Drakes were known for “pumping and dumping” the hens, which meant that he only had to watch for the mother.
By Aphotic6 months ago in Fiction
Drift nets drag the waters In their wake, only empty shells and Skeletons of sailors That used to brave these white-capped waves
By Aphotic6 months ago in Poets
Upon walking through the door, Dora was immediately bombarded. Her daughter was being lured down another rabbit hole, obsessing over yet another online conspiracy theory. The Glitching, the kids were calling it.
By Aphotic7 months ago in Fiction
Stupid girl. Just leave. The bruises all over your body, around your neck—they match the shape of his hands. Everybody knows.
We met in a coffee shop. Our hands touched when you grabbed your drink. You took a sip. Said it tasted exquisite. I said I liked your smile.
I heard you come in some time after midnight At first I thought, the wind But I keep all of my windows closed So nothing can get in
By Aphotic7 months ago in Poets
Now… “The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” Anita recounts gravely to the class. “I will never forget the eyes of that monster staring back at me.” She proceeds to recall aloud the events that lead to the uncanny ordeal she got herself into years ago. The room falls silent as she tells her ugly story.
By Aphotic9 months ago in Horror
Hickory dickory dock How I loathe springing forward the clock Losing that hour of sleep Throws me off for a week Daylight savings can go suck a cock
By Aphotic9 months ago in Poets
The beast stared at me from behind the plexiglass with its black, beady eyes. They reminded me of the obsidian marbles I used to collect as a kid. “Are you afraid to die?” It asked again, it’s voice robotic, detached.
I once met a girl named McKinley Who smoked like she was a chimney Nine packs a day Took her larynx away Now she puffs through her trachea grimly
It usually starts sometime around midnight Lying awake in my bed Suffocating thoughts pour in, tearing my peace into shreds
We were heavy stones Exposed to the elements Weathered down to sand
By Aphotic10 months ago in Poets
