Rawhide : Writing

Under-whirled: Rise of the Lichens

Under-whirled: Rise of the Lichens

A Story by Rawhide


A symbiosis of comedy and horror.
Dress Up

Dress Up

A Story by Rawhide


Who do you want to be today?
I Feel

I Feel

A Poem by Rawhide


Just a little ditty .... not a cry for help.
Old Mother

Old Mother

A Story by Rawhide


Many people mistakingly refer to black magic as voodoo. Voodoo is used only for good. Black magic is called hoodoo.
Here Comes Santa Claws

Here Comes Santa Claws

A Poem by Rawhide


A parody of Here Comes Santa Clause. Christmas is over, but the frivolity continues!!
Hunting Season

Hunting Season

A Story by Rawhide


Children who kill animals for the fun of it are called crazy and serial killers in training. Adults who do it are called hunters and upstanding citize..
The New Kid

The New Kid

A Story by Rawhide


Innocence lost can never be regained. But sometimes sharing that lost innocnece with another can help you persevere.
The Unborn Son

The Unborn Son

A Story by Rawhide


There are worse things in Heaven and Hell than Lucifer.
The Inheritence

The Inheritence

A Story by Rawhide


Sci-fi is not my usual genre. I started out with the intention of writing a horror story, but it's not horror. This was based off of a dream where I w..
My Neighbors Died

My Neighbors Died

A Poem by Rawhide


A song parody to the tune of Miss American Pie by Don McLean