sndgrdn4 : Writing

Photographs from my Nightmare

Photographs from my Nightmare

A Poem by sndgrdn4


We base our lives on our desires and on our fears. Our other emotions seem to fall under the wing of our dsesires, which then intertwines with our f..
The Spider

The Spider

A Poem by sndgrdn4


R.I.P. James Dean
Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

A Poem by sndgrdn4


For great granddad
Ballad of the Funeral Director

Ballad of the Funeral Director

A Story by sndgrdn4


‘I. Introduction’ Death. A word that has torn families, countries, and even men. A bitter word that feels so cold as it passes the lips..
Used Casket: The zombie poem

Used Casket: The zombie poem

A Poem by sndgrdn4


Free verse, no pattern.
Into the Swamp

Into the Swamp

A Story by sndgrdn4


The muddy, thick water was still below the rotted trees, the top of which seemed to block out the night sky. Haunting sounds rang through ..