M.R. Cameo
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M.R. Cameo generally writes horror, sci-fi, fantasy, and nonfiction, yet enjoys dabbling in different genres. She is currently doing freelance work for various publications.
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Circo delle Sogni Perduti. Top Story - October 2024.
A whirlwind of orange, auburn, and golden leaves danced through the somber downtown. Just a decade back, Halloween had been a revered tradition in the community. Shops took pride in decorating for the ghoulish season, households competed for the scariest yard, and everyone donned a costume. Parties, parades, porch lights aglow. Things change so quickly; blink and you might miss it. In recent years, Halloween came and went with hardly anyone noticing. A shoddy cling of a witch or ghost affixed in a window or two, a jack-o'-lantern half-heartedly carved between emails and internet scrolling, perhaps a mask or a puerile costume bought in haste—but hardly a porch light to be seen.
By M.R. Cameoabout a year ago in Fiction
Holy Ravioli
Kevin carried out a small box covered in grease and food splatters, his belongings clinking inside. It wasn’t the first time he’d been fired, and he was quite sure it wouldn’t be the last. This time, he’d been blamed for the restaurant failing to meet food cost targets for two months—though it was always the front-of-house staff sneaking back to gorge themselves whenever they pleased. When he protested, he was reprimanded for being "unwelcoming" and "creating a hostile work environment." There was just no winning.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Humor
Bizarre Medical Practices from the Past
The world of medicine is constantly changing. Things once thought to be amazing breakthroughs are now regarded as harmful and sometimes even obscene. Let’s explore the exciting and sometimes disturbing approaches that have been utilized throughout the centuries.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in History
Change of the Tides
The city lights bled upward, smearing into starlight as he soared through the air, the world spinning like a kaleidoscope on fire. He struck earth with a crack that wasn’t just bone, it was finality. Asphalt kissed his back like hot steel; the sky above was pinpricked with stars too distant to care. His vision began to swirl as he struggled to remain conscious. Somewhere, sirens howled like wolves chasing ghosts. His consciousness fluttered, blinked, and folded in on itself like a dying flame.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Fiction
Le Requin-Marteau
It was the year 3081, and Earth was no longer a planet of land—it had returned to its origin: water, everywhere. The ill-fated decision to mine the moon had triggered a chain reaction of devastation—tectonic chaos, volcanic storms, and a collapse of the geomagnetic field. But none of it mattered once the oceans rose. Foot by foot, day by day, the waters swallowed every continent. The skies thinned. Oxygen dwindled. Earth was reborn as it had been three billion years ago—an endless ocean.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Fiction
Night of Wonder
The vigorous breeze reassured the that the fragile boats that had been crafted would be carried west to fulfill their intention. Alateeyeh were strewn around the river each offering their own variations of traditional spirited tunes. Everyone was in a costume of some form or another, whether a handcrafted mask, zealous face paint, or unrecognizable fashions. Many were carrying a pumpkin that has been delicately carved into its ominous appearance, each unique vessel holding a light of protection. While most were generally excited about tonight, everyone also aware of the dangers of the night. Not all of spirits returning would be there for a night of friendly reunion and feast.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Fiction
The World I Love Doesn’t Exist. Top Story - October 2022.
That’s the thing about this city, it is not the same city. The name is the same, many of the city and street signs remain unchanged, familiar buildings still stand, but it is not Huntington Beach. At least not the one that I knew. It was back in 2001 that I was first fortunate enough to land in that magnificent beachfront city. The sun glimmering off the buildings, peoples smiles and vivacity adding to the liveliness, the fresh ocean breeze, with no shortage of ma and pa shops to explore.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Fiction
Pyramid of Immortalis
Dust swirled in the air as a stately scorpion dropped silently from a crack above, its delicate legs skimming the decaying floor. I fought the gnawing exhaustion in my limbs and pushed myself to my feet, my body resisting, my mind more eager than my flesh. Once again, I scanned the chamber—hoping against hope to uncover a clue or symbol I’d missed in my first hundred passes.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Horror
