Poems

Carrots of DoomNight crawls over the suburbs with a stale chemical hush,Lawns shiver in the wind, plastic flamingos upended and crushed.Somewhere in the static of streetlights and the stench of garbage bins,Rabbits with eyes like burnt-out fuses hatch impossible, wicked sins.Forget the calendar bunnies with blue ribbons and tilted heads,Tonight, the alley teems with saboteurs, […]

Camp Greenwood A summer’s day at Camp Greenwood,where laughter rang as childhood stood,but beneath the cheerful, sunny skies,a dark and deadly secret lies. A killer stalks with silent stride,a blade that flashes in the night,and in the shadows campers hide,but none escape the slasher’s sight. Blood-red footprints mark the way,a path of horror through the

Bunny Inferno (Prose)Step into the abyss, reader, and let the flames of this tale lick at your senses—a nightmare woven from fur and fire, where innocence becomes a masquerade for hell’s most diabolical invention. Once, on a street lined with sleepy neon, stood a pet store known for its warmth—a place of gentle chaos, barking

Burning FurThe city is never truly silent—But tonight, its hush is gutted, raw,Windows rattle from the pulse of distant sirens,And smoke chews through the alleys, licking law.There’s laughter in the soot and claws beneath the crawlspace,A riot’s hymn rises, fueled by hunger, fur, and sin,With twitching noses scented sharp with gasoline and disgrace,The bunnies gather,

(Laughter builds, sinister and unhinged)Something broke loose in my chest—wild, splintering, a cathedral of crowslifting off with nothing left to lose. I’m a wizard. Don’t argue.You can see it in the way I hold this moment,fingers crooked around the dark like it’s mine,like I’ve always owned the spaces between stars. The laughter doesn’t stop.It builds.It

Bow to the BunniesLadies and Gentlemen, gather close and listen, for the end times are upon us! The heavens have turned their backs on us, and a new power has risen to claim dominion over this forsaken earth!Behold the fiery wrath of the Evil Fluffy Bunnies from Hell! They have emerged from the depths of

Bunny Inferno (Prose)Step into the abyss, reader, and let the flames of this tale lick at your senses—a nightmare woven from fur and fire, where innocence becomes a masquerade for hell’s most diabolical invention. Once, on a street lined with sleepy neon, stood a pet store known for its warmth—a place of gentle chaos, barking

Amityville Curse A house on the hill where the shadows creep,the place where the darkest secrets sleep.Whispers in the halls, a blood-stained past,the Amityville curse, built to last. The walls bleed. The air thick with fear.Voices call your name, but no one’s near.Not a dream, not a lie–just the curse, just the reason why. The

Bed Monster I’ve been holding still beneath yousince before you knew to be afraid,patient in the cold and dark,resting in the nothing that I’ve made. You’ve been stepping over mesince you could barely clear the floor.The bed monster was waiting thenand the bed monster waits more. Every creak and groan of the settling houseis me

A Hare Raising Spell (Prose)Allow me to draw you into the core of terror, to the unassuming heart of a hamlet whose peace would be stripped bone-bare, devoured by the creeping jaws of an ancient evil. This village, so picturesque it might have been painted by the hands of nostalgia itself, sat settled where the