[Pride In Horror Month] – Shadow Self: A Short Story

Mina parks the beat-up truck a block away and together, we follow the winding sidewalk to the front steps of the old Rochester house, sweater hoods pulled low over our heads. One of the porch columns is sagging, taking the roof with it. It’s a testament to laziness that the house still stands in aContinue reading “[Pride In Horror Month] – Shadow Self: A Short Story”

[Pride In Horror Month ] – My Sister, My Skin: A Poem

Trigger Warning: This story may contain sensitive content. I need to speak, though my words in vain,to save others from the torment, a lifetime of pain.I pray my story is heard through my tears and my blood.”Can anyone hear me?” God, is my voice reaching?”I fear it does not. My name is Stephen Northrup. IContinue reading “[Pride In Horror Month ] – My Sister, My Skin: A Poem”