Crisp November Morning

Eye-striking

Intricate carving

Lethargically liquefying

Molten orange

Oozing flaking black

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An engorged

Patch of magma

Springing from the

Neighbor’s stoop

Out-back

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Consuming hordes of

Creeping vermin

Mindlessly seeking

To devour its

Seeping autumnal

Slurry

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Spilling down the

Formed stucco stairs

Bits of crumbling plaster

Absorbed into the

Bulging aggregate

Gradually mustering

Internal Awareness

Lurching towards a

Shady plot

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Seizing nearby territory

Dripping off

Right angles into

Dry dead grass

Long unable to thrive

In the constant

Shade of a ‘stang

On blocks

Never graced by the

Rays of the sun

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Bifurcated

Into two growing

Entities

Glowing with a

Pulsating action

One hiding beneath

The out-of-commission

Auto, the other

Roving wild amongst

Dandelions and red clover

Attracting the notice of

Creatures that can

Scream in horror

K.B. Silver

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I had intended on Posting this at the top of the month, but It has been a rough one. I got sick, fell and injured my knee (not badly), got sick again, and noticed that at some point my toe was pulled out of joint (this has happened to the same toe half a dozen times). Not to mention my husband and I finally bought a sofa after three years of sitting in separate chairs. If you have noticed, I have been spotty lately, that would be why.

I’m only in my mid-thirties now, so my first exposure to horror was as a child watching black-and-white and early-color movies. I was a little behind my generation spending most of my time with my grandparents. I was fascinated by the stop-motion cutaways, massive stakes, and well-placed suspense in old monster films like The Blob and The Pod People. Or the comedy monster team-ups like Abbot and Costello Meet the Universal monster line-up.

Now, I enjoy playing tabletop RPGs where monsters can fulfill their classic roles or subvert expectations, creating an exciting and interesting play experience. I am not a horror genre writer, but I have written a few pieces in the past.

This short story was written for Sam Spinelli's werewolf Challenge.

I started this poem for it too, but it fell short on the word count.

I wrote this for Archibald Thorne's Black Cat challenge

And this witchy piece was a bit of fun at the expense of gossip, and those who thrive on spreading it.