Dblkrose

Joined July 2025

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They call me D. I write under Dblkrose. My stories live in shadow and truth. I founded Black Spyder Publishing to lift my voice—and others like mine. A brood weaving stories on the Web. www.blkspyder.com | [email protected]

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November Rain. Content Warning.
It started at midnight and behaved like rain. Same scent, same hush on asphalt, same nervous laughter from doorways. Only difference: where it meets human skin, the body lets go.
By Dblkrose2 months ago in Horror
Dusk's Hollow Hunger
The swamp was starting to freeze over, thin plates of ice forming between the black humps of cedar roots. Calder shifted in the elevated blind, the wood under him groaning as if in protest. His backside was numb from the cold planks, and the stale tang of old gun oil clung to the air inside. They’d been here since before first light, their breath hanging in pale clouds that drifted and died in the open slots of the shooting windows. The faint smell of damp cedar rose from the boards with every creak, mixing with the metallic bite of frost.
By Dblkrose5 months ago in Fiction
From the Files of Code Blood: The Tempest
Agent Log: Nia Ramírez | Alpha Field Unit | Declassified Interview Fragment “We didn’t see her at first. Just the clouds rolling in, thick and low like they were hunting something. Then the tide pulled back — and stayed there. She walked out of the ocean like it was her cathedral of salt and storm. I’ve seen weather move. I’ve seen gods pretend. But this? This wasn’t a performance. It was grief in motion. Rage disguised as beauty. And the singing — ” [Transcript cuts off. Interference detected. Audio corrupted beyond recovery.]
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Orbit — A BSP Burst of Dread
magine floating 250 miles above Earth. No gravity. No borders. Just a slow orbit and a window to the world. From the International Space Station, World War III wouldn’t start with gunfire. You’d see light.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Fiction
Writers Are Not Salesmen — But They Need to Be
It’s kind of wild when you think about it: writers — people whose entire job is to craft stories for a target audience — often have no idea how to sell those stories.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Journal
From Song Lyrics to 3D Art
“When I first heard that knock at the door and he said ‘Hello Satan,’ I knew this wasn’t a song — it was a confession. A reckoning. A slow walk toward your own darkness.”
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Beat
The Drain — A BSP Burst of Dread
It was a quiet evening, the kind where the world outside seemed to be wrapped in thick, muffled silence. Inside, only the sounds of the refrigerator humming and the clinking of dishes from the sink broke the stillness. But underneath it all, there was something else — barely there, like a sigh caught in the pipes, a suggestion more than a sound. Something shadowy and dark, laced with a malice that didn’t belong in a quiet home.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Horror
Caja of the Stone Cave
"There is belief here — belief deep as stone. And it does not fear iron, or fire, or the voices of men.” — Vaelen, The Seer-Keeper
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Fiction
Complaint Department: Heaven — Zero Served
A man walks into the Complaint Department in Heaven, startling a very bored-looking angel behind the desk. “I need to file a complaint,” the man says.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Humor
"Shhhh... You Can’t Say That"
I tell myself — shhhh... you can't say that. No matter how wrong my girl is, I say “I’m sorry. My fault.” Just to keep us on track.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Poets
The Euphoria of Saying “I Support You”
I remember this comedian telling a joke. He said that during a time when America’s finest were being deployed to war, he was sitting in first class. Patriotism was at an all-time high, and someone walked onto the plane in full military uniform — wearing it proud and loud. As the soldier boarded, people clapped.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Motivation
My daughter told me she’s not scared of the dark
Makeda has always been an amazing child — bright, energetic, always full of laughter and curiosity. The absolute joy of my existence.
By Dblkrose6 months ago in Horror

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November Rain. Content Warning.

Dusk's Hollow Hunger

From the Files of Code Blood: The Tempest

The Quiet Orbit — A BSP Burst of Dread

Writers Are Not Salesmen — But They Need to Be

From Song Lyrics to 3D Art

The Drain — A BSP Burst of Dread

Caja of the Stone Cave

Complaint Department: Heaven — Zero Served

"Shhhh... You Can’t Say That"

The Euphoria of Saying “I Support You”

My daughter told me she’s not scared of the dark

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