Santa Claus is real...real pissed. Here is the second installment of my Christmas slasher....
The Naughty List, Part Two
The Naughty List, Part One
I've was lazy in November, at least as far as Curio Macabre was concerned. Sometimes you just need to take a break, a sabbatical, a vacation or whatever name you put on it. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving, and, equally, hope all of you are anticipating a wonderful Christmas. This December I thought …
The High Lonesome
Everything went well until the townsfolk began shooting. Franco, Horace, Jim, and Augie came out of the bank with three saddlebags burdened with cash and coins, and their faces loaded with smiles. They didn't bother with bandannas since their wanted posters, which bore no actual resemblance to them, hadn't made it this far west. Danny, …
A Peculiar Sadness
The story of one family's tragedy and the secrets it revealed.
Three Poems
I don't write a lot of poetry anymore. I used to once upon a time, but my poetic muse has largely left me in the last several years. Every so often words or phrases invade my head, or something happens and bits and pieces work into something resembling a poem. These three, more or less, …
And darkness breathe a newer light
A young child on Christmas night during the Roaring Twenties learns from her immigrant grandmother that some customs from the old world should not be forgotten...
What You Wish For
When two strangers have a conversation over drinks in a bar the future is changed in drastic ways.
Flies
“Loretta,” her mother called from the living room over the rattle of the window unit. “Loretta!” she yelled when she received no answer. Loretta stood outside on the steps, smoking a cigarette. She could feel the cool of the kitchen coming through the screen door, teasing her as the sun poured down its heat. Bugs …
Luanne Forever
Gene watched the tattoo artist, one Sid Sinowski of No Mercy Tattoos & Body Piercings, mix Luanne’s ashes into the ink. The tattooist grunted from time to time as he worked, scratched at his thick neck which was covered in art like the rest of his exposed skin (save for his scruffy face). Even the …
The Devil’s Pussy
Jordan Hinshaw was three years old when his dad abandoned him and his mom, Gail. By age ten, he had no living grandparents. His mother had two sisters with whom she was not on speaking terms. She didn’t even know where they lived, or if they were dead or alive. His mom had mentioned great …
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