By Palmer Smith Melissa returned to town on a winter’s afternoon, one day before her debutante presentation. She had been living for four years in New York City with her father. Her mother, Ellen, was granted custody after befriending the Judge on their case and bribing him. She handed him $30,000 the day prior toContinue reading “Charlotte and Melissa”
Category Archives: Dark Literature
Midnight Meeting
By Brianna Malotke Sitting quietly on the stone benchThe damp, brisk air had a chillOr was it just in her bones?Goosebumps on her arms andWhispers in the windWaiting for his arrivalShe sat watching the moonlightBounce off of the headstonesThe soft grey markersDotting her view, she waitedThe ticking of her watchThe soft tap-tap-tapOf her heart inContinue reading “Midnight Meeting”
Letting Go
By Brianna Malotke From this cage of fingersdeeper and darkershe cast his ashescarried off by the wind,dispersed amongst the fallen leaves,clinging to damp greenery.The crisp fall airand recent rainfallmade this moment eerily peaceful.She stayed still.There was no blame,no more arguments or hostile moments.His not so innocent ashesscattered across the gravesof others who had been knockedaroundContinue reading “Letting Go”
Final Resting
By Brianna Malotke The crispness of the airSeeped through the cracksEvery now and then a smallBreeze would stir herAnd awaken her.Darkness enveloped herThe silence no longerScreaming, but welcoming. Days and days had passedSince she had arrived hereAnd been enclosed in these Four walls. The smell of dirt and Fresh cut grassMixed with dying flowersOften waftedContinue reading “Final Resting”
The Induced Sleep
By Sylvia Ketchum Images floated across the back of my eyelids. Posies. Red, orange, and some pink. I’d gathered a bouquet for my mother, tying it together with string. I was a boy dancing in a field of wildflowers. My limbs bursting with boundless energy. The sun beating down on my face. Barefoot. Dried earthContinue reading “The Induced Sleep”
Just Shy of 360
By Paul Black Two men entered the long corridor of the Lennox Ville Psychiatric Facilities east wing. Their shoes tapped loudly on the glossy cement floor as they walked. Each donned a long white overcoat which bellowed around them in their professional haste. Below the coat dark navy cuffs flipped loosely around their ankles inContinue reading “Just Shy of 360”