#grrmf — Public Fediverse posts
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Whether they were oblivious to the circled Chemcraft set in the Woolworth’s catalog, or my parents had chosen to ignore it. Instead I’d received a telescope.
I’d been looking for Ursa Minor when I noticed the #constellation. It wasn’t the star chart. Of course, I couldn’t find Ursa Minor either.
My interest in astronomy increased dramatically just a week later. Those same stars I’d seen were visibly brighter, much closer, and headed in my direction.
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A dead limb hung precariously outside Rebecca’s window. Despite the bitter cold and driving snow, she’d opened the window.
She rocked the #cradle, staring into the eyes of an infant son.
The branch snapped and gave way. She sang, without neither joy nor remorse.
“Down will come baby, cradle and all.”
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Were my soul less trampled upon…
I might stand up and be counted.
I might raise my voice in the void and listen to the infinite nothings being whispered.
I might fight the tears that well up so far down in my minds eyes that they can never reach the surface.
I might answer a call to arms, bare teeth, and cry out at the wilderness; paint a desert so lush that the actions of its people will bear fruit.So please, kick me while I’m down.
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Every word you spoke lacked #substance. Even more so after you died. You now babble incessantly about how I've wronged you, such that even my pigs won't sup upon your corpse.
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CW: Horror Story
A barred #owl cried out, “Who cooks for you! Who cooks for you!”
No one, he thought. Not any more anyways. Now, I cook for myself. Yes, the life of a bachelor.
He dabbed the corner of his mouth with his napkin. That was the last of her.
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A new #introduction for a new year.
I post almost exclusively about #writing #microfiction #horror #boardgames and #scifi.
Regardless of your interests, I like to meet new people. If you'd just like someone to talk to, you can always reach out.
I write horror reviews under the tag #ScrryReview and microfiction under the tag #grrmf if you might enjoy these.
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CW: Horror Story
Her legs were bound to a barstool, the bite of rope on her ankles and thighs. She let out a scream, but the sound was muffled by a funnel, strapped in place; the tip forcing her mouth open.
She could only recall the bartender in stills as if he were an extra, buried behind a crowd in a film.
In his hand was a white bottle, that chlorine smell burned in her nostrils. She sobbed as he poured the shot.
"Last call," he said.
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CW: Religious Horror Story
Being in the employ of hell is often confused with having sold one's soul. It confounds many that—as a #snare for acquisition of the souls of others—I might retain my own.
There is a reason I don't live in fear of damnation; the debt of sin may be repaid in the currency of contrition. Is our Lord not the same who made of Augustine a saint? And did Augustine not write, "Lord, grant me chastity and temperance, but not yet?"
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If you’ve enjoyed any of my #horrormovies #reviews or #horror #microfiction you can follow or view the tags #ScrryReview and #grrmf respectively for more.
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CW: Horror Story
"Those boys been riding for a #fall for a long time now," sheriff Buckner said.
The brown spittle ran from his lips, down the side of the translucent green soda bottle.
His eyes had warped in the sun. It was strange. But I’d seen it in the eyes of everyone in Temeprance.
"Chaff from wheat, agent Barnes," he added.
The light in his eyes wasn’t a reflection but a fierce glow; his words weren't a statement but a warning.
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CW: Horror Story
My cane pattered in lockstep with my awkward gate.
"We must hunt It down. It's taken ten already. My poor Lenore...your leg," Borges said.
It’d merely had made an aperitif of me, not a meal.
"We don't need to hunt. I've found it's lair," I replied.
A puzzled expression past over his face. He looked at the sheath of my cane sword on the ground, then to where I’d pierced his tainted heart.
"The #beast lies within you, sir."
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CW: Horror Story
The saying goes, home is where the heart is. I've found this statement to be true. And the beating heart of my home is my cellar.
And within there are the decaying hearts of thr countless bodies I've disposed of. Are they not now home too?
And with every new heart, this house feels more and more a home.
#horrorprompt #horror #horror365 #microfiction #writing #amWriting #writingprompt #grrmf
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CW: Horro Sci-Fi Story
The captain gave the order to engage the vacuum thrusters and disengage the laser in preparation for the jourey.
Engineering reported the #starlight engine was ready to set out for the Terra system.
The captain looked at the debris of the humans ships which had been sent to colonize their system.
The captain said a few words about Terra's hubris and the consequence of their actions; Terrans must be destroyed.
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CW: Horror Story
Found among the ruins of the British Museum
Untitled
Medium: #Lake Pigment, Blood, and Orpiment on Plaster
Date: 22th Century BCThe Eye of Horus inked in blood.
Discovered in the vault of the 75 Pharaohs of the 75 days of the 7th Dynasty, wrapped in a papyrus which reads:
“The Kings of Seth are here entombed. They gave life to this art; never to be witnessed by Horus lest his eye become but a blood red moon.”
#horror365 #microfiction #horror #horrorfiction #writing #grrmf
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CW: Horror Story
He wedged his left arm into a crack, set one foot then the other, jammed right arm over left, and began his ascent in the dark.
The sunrise formed a patina of hoar frost on the rock. Every move became tenuous. His legs shook with the familiar rhythm of a sewing machine. The beam of his headlamp faded in dim daylight.
He looked away from the #exposed rock face into the grey sky and was no longer able to distinguish between them.
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CW: Body Horror
The tractor idled like mule waiting to till. It heed and hawed and snorted,
but always it returned to a meditative swish of the tale.It was this other sound, the crunch of cereal, constant, persistent. A noise he’d heard his entire
life, the noise of kernels ripped from the #hull.It was the same noise made as he plied teeth from his mouth.
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CW: Religious Horror Story
The Bible dropped to the floor as I fell backwards. The boy’s bones snapped audibly freeing him from the restraints.
His body began to #bend in ways not even a contortionist could manage as he revealed my darkest sins.
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CW: Horror Story
The inspection indicated that repairs had been made in the basement. After we purchased the house, we discovered the inspector had died down there.
The #foundation of our home is crumbling, and we can’t stop it for fear of what lurks below.