For some people, summer time means
lazy days at the beach, pool parties, vacations, & BBQ's.
I love camp fires and my favorite thing as a kid was sitting
around the fire with my friends, each of us trying to scare the
other with a creepy story.
Now I'm adult (in theory) and I've gathered
a few of my awesome horror writer friends
to attempt to frighten you with a tale of their own.
Check back each month for a new
First up, please welcome A.F. Stewart.
Ms. Stewart writes hauntingly chilling stories and has recently published HORROR HAIKU AND OTHER POEMS.
Never thought of reciting a horror poem around the campfire? Think again.
After you read her creepy selections you won't think of poetry the same way...
Grab a smore and enjoy!
A Night in the Cemetery
A quiet evening and a soft wind, where the wisps of dried leaves and dust waft gently.
A full moon cracks the darkness that settled like soot on cobblestones.
The graveyard silence drapes in beauty and gloom…
Cold, pallid—lost soul
waxen moonlight flickers across
bones rising from graves
Ghosts in the Hall
Waning sunlight glints
through the cracked glass,
a dirty window pane.
Light flickers against
the lengthening shadows
in the empty corridor.
A layer of dust swirls
from an unseen waft of air,
and a faint whisper
murmurs a hello.
Finality and Twilight
In the last rays of swirling light
when the earth kisses the dusk,
will you dance among the graves
and sing a gentle song for Death?
When the earth kisses the dusk
where will your tired footsteps lead?
To a tombstone not yet etched?
Will you dance among the graves,
a ghostly apparition in your arms,
that bitter, closing waltz, macabre?
And sing a gentle song for Death,
laugh bravely as you pass his shadow.
He awaits only the sweet music’s end.
Horror Haiku and Other Poems
In the darkness of shadows, in the distant screams.
They whisper past the drip, drip of blood.
The strange beauty of words hide, waiting for you.
Embrace the horror.
Venture past safe reality, into the world of terror told in verse. Horror Haiku and Other Poems brings forth surreal dread and spins it in artistic countenance. From small chilling bites of poetry, to murky morsels of fright, come find where the words haunt you, where they live and die.
Dark, an icy chill
Where am I? It can’t be--
I’m buried alive
Grey, ghostly spectre
moonlight rising from the grave…
Revenge will be hers
Hanging man will swing
as gallows creak and wind howls
Hanging man won’t die
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A steadfast and proud sci-fi and fantasy geek, A. F. Stewart was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and still calls it home. The youngest in a family of seven children, she always had an overly creative mind and an active imagination. She favours the dark and deadly when writing—her genres of choice being dark fantasy and horror—but she has been known to venture into the light on occasion. As an indie author she’s published novellas and story collections, with a few side trips into poetry and non-fiction.
Hop over to A.F. Stewart's Birthday Bash event on Facebook. Multi-author giveaways, games, prizes, author takeovers and more! July 8-10th!!