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Rainy Day | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. August 4, 2015. You cannot see the rain my love,. In ribbons it falls away. The thrum of life is on your shell,. This solemn lonely day. My place is here among the stones,. The storm listens as I pray. They took you from me that one night,. Your flesh bloomed in bouquet. There was a thunderhead beneath my eyes,. I swore to find a way. From old rotten gods within rotten books,. Their instructions were to slay. So many souls to bring you back,.
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Dinner Time | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. August 18, 2015. Lamplights fly past and they’re so unfair,. Lonely electric islands in the middle of nowhere. Dad presses the pedal with every ounce of his might,. He assures me he’s fine, that we’ll get there tonight. It’s my fault, I know, and we agree without speaking,. I caused that wound on his arm that’s still leaking. With one simple request I make one simple demand,. That whoever will read this will understand. They asked me if I was fine, they ask...
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. Trailer Impressions (Sinister 2). August 21, 2015. I’ve been swamped at work last night and today. That said, I will post more meaningful content this weekend. While I have a moment of downtime I’d like to talk about the Sinister 2 trailer I watched this week. Continue reading →. Happy Birthday, Howard Lovecraft! August 20, 2015. Would he be pleased by the meteoric rise of his paramount primeval, Cthulhu? Would he attend the convention. August 20, 2015.
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The Morgue (Guest Flash Fiction by Laura D.) | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. The Morgue (Guest Flash Fiction by Laura D.). August 6, 2015. Amy walked into the morgue office on Tuesday and hung her jacket on the stand by the door. She wasn’t sure what to do with her bag, so she held it on her lap as she sat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait. She didn’t have much information about Greg, and what she did have left a cold, clammy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not entirely, but Greg’s family can’t get into town unti...
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Dinner Time | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. August 18, 2015. Lamplights fly past and they’re so unfair,. Lonely electric islands in the middle of nowhere. Dad presses the pedal with every ounce of his might,. He assures me he’s fine, that we’ll get there tonight. It’s my fault, I know, and we agree without speaking,. I caused that wound on his arm that’s still leaking. With one simple request I make one simple demand,. That whoever will read this will understand. They asked me if I was fine, they ask...
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Salvation | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. August 4, 2015. The stars fell down tonight, across that rotten glade. Their bodies plunged deep through the molten sky, and I stood in their shade. My eyes could not see their wretched paths, their heralds had removed my sight. Grateful was I for my blindness did hide their masters’ dismal flight. The time had come for the earth to heave up, and prepare our decrepit rest. My brain is numb with the din of some one billion horrors abreast. On Old Saint Nix.
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Cherry Tree | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. August 4, 2015. On long hot summers when mom wished to be free,. She sent me to my uncle and his cherry tree. He lived in the country quite out in the sticks,. There were fields of tall grass quite full of great ticks. He would let me play games while he worked all day,. As long as I didn’t run, as long as I didn’t stray. There was one more favor that he asked of me,. That I stay away from his cherry tree. It stood alone on his land near a bubbling brook,.
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Shower Time | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. August 5, 2015. Daniel Blake and his infamously long-lasting showers,. The water stayed warm so he’d bathe for hours. His mom worked so late so she never did know,. Just how far his showering obsession did go. He took a shower after school, he took a shower after he ate,. It’s a sure thing he showered before and after each date. He despised the heat and he hated sweating,. He found the idea of dirt so very offsetting. With no idea that he was about to die.
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Vincent | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. October 20, 2015. In the depth of Autumn drunk and daft,. I tripped and fell down an old mine shaft. Asleep how long I do not know,. The pain in my leg has begun to grow. The walls are slick and the floor quite loose,. I must get out or I’ll tie my noose. Continue reading →. September 15, 2015. It would build character she said, so she sent me to mop. All the floors and the rooms of Dad’s Tasty Pie shop. When lunchtime came from my work I would rise,. Froze...
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Horror: For the Love of Fear | Fright Forge
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Where everything horror is hammered into shape. Horror: For the Love of Fear. August 13, 2015. Note: I realize the font and formatting is a trainwreck. I’m working on hosting my own content, so please bear with me! It’s Thursday afternoon here on the East Coast of the United States and this is the start of my Tuesday – I work weekends. I’m sipping. Those eyes scared the hell out of me at six years old. She referred to the word horror as the ‘H Word’ since publishing houses began referring to ...Major onl...
