Ground frozen solid, The tiny wren lands nearby, My heart is aflame.
By Martin Saundersabout 21 hours ago in Poets
The Door “There was only one rule: don’t open the door!”. Professor Flitcroft shuddered as he surveyed the room. Broken furniture lay strewn across the blood-stained floor leaving a trail of destruction ending at the ajar door.
By Martin Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
The little man upon my plate, Lay still amid the jus, My knife drew back across his waist, And sliced it's cold way through.
By Martin Saunders3 years ago in Poets
