Now until the end of March, Free Stuff! The Morbid Museum! Free Download on Amazon Kindle from March 27 through March 31. 19 short stories. Some tales include Turtles of the Ninja variety, ghosts of the packman variety, busters of the ghosts variety, and many more. All stories are original. Visitors to the Morbid Museum seek the dark and twisted corners of the world. They are both terrified and intrigued by the unknown. Tales of killers, monsters, and madmen curated by the Master of Death, Mr. Siris Grim. Mr. Grim collects the darkness that everyone attempts to hide. He displays it within the corridors of his gruesome gallery. Who will be next to buy a ticket and walk the halls of the Morbid Museum?
Some other fun stuff coming up for your quarantine survival pleasure includes National Poetry Month! Starting April 1, on this blog and social media, I’ll have a poem or some poetry every day. I’ll even have some weekly intro to poetry things throughout the month. I also share some of my favorite poems from famous poets like Edgar Allan Poe and Sylvia Plath. Help spread the word and participate in National Poetry Month in April. Tell your friends. And please share your favorite poems with me throughout the month. Share your work or the work of others.
“time for bed” my mother said “you have school in the morning” she tucked me in kissed me then crept away silently i laid there for a bit and then the feeling hit something was watching me i sat up rather quick turned the light on which lit my room and i saw nothing with a sense of relief i try to go to sleep but alas i still feel eerie over to the closet i sneak and i hear the door creak then dive back in bed like a swimmer oh it’s just the cat “get out of here Matt” it’s calm in my room once again the closet door flies and something skulks in in fear i throw the covers over my head i hear something breathing i feel my heart racing i hope i’m just dreaming again the blankets get yanked off in the air i am tossed i land on the floor and crawl under the bed something grazed my coat my heart is in my throat there’s something walking towards me it’s feet have claws which probably slice logs it’s skin is slimy and black i’m screaming in fear but nobody hears and the creature tries to grab me another comes from the side and another from behind they drag me back to the closet from which they came it’s dark in this place can’t see my hand on my face and several monsters are above me their mouths are wet and slimy “MOMMY!” i am crying and like hungry lions they begin to feast