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The Missing Boxes

The Missing Boxes

A Story by Ken C.


An old man commits murder... and then convinces his neighbors that the body parts are leftover Halloween props.
Corner

Corner

A Poem by HighBrowCulture


Love. A flag clinging to the burning battlement like smoke in the rain.
The Gravedigger

The Gravedigger

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I was leaning on my shovel, in a hole As black as pitch, With a plug of fine tobacco in my pipe To scratch my itch, But I hadn't even lit it whe..
Candies and Brains

Candies and Brains

A Story by bba


Two friends set out for an adventure on the lovely night of Halloween.
Question Bulleh Shah

Question Bulleh Shah

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


an observation
Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace

A Story by Will


Title is misleading. Not a pleasant tale. Read at your own risk.
So this is the end?

So this is the end?

A Chapter by Chaos X 3


'Self-reflection comes in spades. All of which, can be bought either in hours upon hours of therapy and will end up equaling thousands upon thousands..
Graves

Graves

A Story by OnesNvrEnough


I constantly check behind my back to make sure no one’s there. "I told you not to do this." I direct towards him. I pick the shovel I brought ..
The Serpent in the Pool

The Serpent in the Pool

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


When first we moved on into the house They said that we wouldn’t last, The locals told us nobody had Of the many who’d le..
Saving Grace

Saving Grace

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I got the call at eleven o’clock, ‘They want you to dig a grave!’ It wasn’t such a terrible shock, The messag..
Signs of Winter

Signs of Winter

A Poem by Graysin Angel


A tribute to the season.
Roses

Roses

A Poem by Katie Alexander


The sunblossomed in the East with thequiet grace oftwelve new roses,Which were as bright as lightning would tasteand lit up their corner of the worldd..
New Shovel, New Helmet

New Shovel, New Helmet

A Story by Anirudh Bhardwaj


A story about a new job.
Spring Snow

Spring Snow

A Poem by Debbie Barry


A scrap of nursery rhyme that floated into my head this morning, inspired by yesterdays heavy fall of deep, wet snow. It's my husband who has to shov..