Category: Haunted Passages
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Haunted Passages Fiction: “A Haunted House” by Mark Lamoureux
I.The Master Bedroom Not the heart of the House, but its crimson mouth. The undone belt droops like a skein of slobber over the bloodred cilia of the shag carpet, the cracked-open geode of a bad lung. Faerie lights gestate in the Negroni-colored teardrops of sick lamps. Spread across a dark wood dresser are pen knives &…
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Three Poems for Haunted Passages by Eli Dunham
DIDYOUKNOW i watch my body lie down on the floor next to me.i amnowhereat thedinner table yet you speak to me ami themovie? i amupside down driving my car, the world claustrop hobic &glimmer ing.who is the time today? i was born in yesterday.is myhead wrapped in cotton? did you knowi didn’tExist?you think it’sa badthing, through a glass wall…
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“Widower,” a Haunted Passages Short Story by X. Luma
One spring afternoon, while Widower was gathering lettuce from the garden, his daughter Lew called out from her siblings nearby. “Dad, I’m tired of playing in the grass.” “Well?” “Couldn’t I play in the woods?” Widower eyed the woods. “You may. But take this head of lettuce.” “Lettuce?” “Lay the leaves as you go to…
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Four Poems for Haunted Passages: Violet Mitchell
You Buried Me Right Where I Belong baby i watch you watch me destroy myself baby i am staticending gray starting gray i watch you watch me sleep w eyes closed we sleep in dead leaves | i decay along w my precision there are tangles in my armpit hair sweaty coupling w my bluish…
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Flash Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Preserved From Decay and Endued with Immortality” by Andy Spain
We buried Uncle Charles way out back, beyond the orchard, a good two acres from the property line. We picked his bones clean and criss-crossed them end over end in a log cabin of sorts, like building a campfire. The leftover scraps of flesh and sinewy bits we burned in the center, praying that his…
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Anton Pooles: Three Poems for Haunted Passages
He Did Not Listen Now his bones are neatly displayedon a table like a museum piece. “They shine like hard boiled eggs,”his Mother says proudly. Then her tone darkens,“put them back where you found them— let them be a warning to alldisobedient children.” The Creature Beneath the Porch Knock on wood. It followsas I pace…
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Haunted Passages: “Swamp Thing Explains How Time Passes in the Middle of Dueling Crises,” a poem by Jack B. Bedell
It’s never a matter of value. When I’m standing at the edge of the cypress grove looking over the coastline, I can tell it’s receding, inching back into the swamp. No doubt the water’s rising. It’ll drown us all. Eventually. It’ll lick away every piece of swamp I stand on. But it’ll do it with…
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“The Marienbad Disaster, Part I – The Doorways of Jadeaux,” a short story for Haunted Passages by Phil Shreck
*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Phil Shreck is a writer living in Connecticut with his wife and three children. His short fiction has appeared in The Drum Literary Magazine, The Festival Review, Delay Fiction, and Misery Tourism. He is currently at work on his first novel, SMBH, which he calls a work of…
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Three Haunted Passages Poems by Jordan Stempleman
Problem Solving I wanted to watch a Western,a dirtier the better Western, where everybodyaccidentally kills everybodyjust after they say in unisonThe purpose of pop cultureis summary, and just after they take off their hats,and long before they ever revealwho they really are.Guns are allowedif they’re always going off.And the people who do survivesurvive in spite…
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