Leery Lane

Have you ever kept a secret from even yourself? On one rainless electric night, Frieda Noff will learn the truth about her past, her relationship with her sister, . . .

Poetic Reflections: Thirteen-O-Clock!

Let’s be serious. (A very stern look.) Ha, fooled ya. Probably scared you a tick or a tock if you’ll admit it. You won’t? Are you sure? Are you absolutely certain?

The Dark Mister Snark

There are those individuals we know little about who skulk and creep delightfully across page or screen. In reality, we are taught to avoid them. Sometimes, however, they may surprise us.

The Fairyflies

Fairyfly is a mother and sons band realizing a long-held dream of making music together. Lori R. Lopez started writing ballads in the early 80's . . .

Poetic Reflections: Mothers

I was planning to call this “Blank”. I had even typed it up at the top in preparation, but at the last minute I decided to change the theme . . .

Poetic Reflections: Horror Limericks

Time, time, time. I think it’s time. Yes, that’s what it is. The next subject for a poetic reflection. No, no, no. Scratch that. Well, it is high time for a new column.

Odds And Ends

What terrors lurk in the blackest regions of a cellar, amidst dusty cobwebbed shelves, in the glass jars and metal cans of a hopelessly abnormal mind?

The Fairy Fly Author Reading

Fairy Fly Entertainment presents author-illustrator Lori R. Lopez reading Chapter Fourteen from her humorous fantasy-horror novel THE FAIRY FLY, for ages twelve through adult.

Spider Soup

You are never truly alone. While you sleep, nocturnal creatures stir. A couple discovers that things have changed overnight, and they are no longer in control. Their house is full of cobwebs . . .

Poem: Dark

A black hole is etched in my soul Space has no end, no beginning It bounces to the knife-edge of Nevermore And beyond, perhaps too far

Poem: birds of night

The birds of night flap broodful wings Against the pewter clouded mist Though sleep might claim most At this hour of witchcraft and ghoul Their leather-like flails evoke a restless

Poem: Eulogy

There was something in the basement . . . A girl cowered in her bed at night and listened To a mournfully somber wail that echoed Through the floor of her room, imprisoned.

Poem: city of angels

Halfway to the city of angels I may have lost my mind I think it fell out the window of the car When we hit a bump on the freeway

Poem: screaming pumpkins

What if you woke And found yourself cursed — The clock ticking backward Your reflection unreversed? If the canary were tweeting Dead-battery-chirp babble And you drew only blank tiles