Jin looked out over the city from the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in Seoul, it was a breath-taking sight. And he hated it. He hated the crowds. He hated the busyness. He hated the noise. He hated the tall buildings. ‘Skyscraper’, such a simple, yet symbolic word – to scrape the sky. Is that our way of letting God know that we’re here and we’re trying our best to touch Him? Or our blasphemous attempt to surpass...

It was the morning after and fear clung to her like sweat on skin. ‘Let’s spend the night in a haunted hotel...’ seemed a good idea. Fun. Harmless. Wine. Invoking silly chants over an Ouija board. Laughing at jump-scares. More wine. At some point, the candles flickered. The wind? These old places were draughty. At midnight the floorboards creaked. They giggled, emboldened by the wine. Sound of scratching against the wall....

Beyond this window the day is bright, but I'm here, surrounded by only Darkness as I walk in the footsteps of those who judge me-- wearing their ignorant stares and whispered innuendos like a shroud. Watching time decay, heart pounding like a fist hammering on my door demanding to be let inside. This door is a two-way street, my friend, nothing allowed in, lest I allow the demon who has branded it home out. And I'm not re...

“Nooo… what are you doing?” Mary called out, panic gripping her as she watched the scene before her unfold. The woman turned slowly to face her, her expression blank as she observed Mary with curiosity. She raised one hand toward Mary – the one that was not buried in the other girl’s blood-soaked chest – fingers curling slowly shut as she continued to study the girl who had interrupted her macabre ritual. Mary’s hand flew...

“Come step into my parlour,”  He says with charmed guile.    I swear that what I hear next is an animal growl, I deep-gutted primal sound that makes even Yohan break his stare and look toward the door. There’s another growl, then something crashing. That was sooo not your imagination, Zah. What the hell? What have you walked yourself into? The four brothers in the room exchange a look, Jae nods, then Yohan gets up and wal...

  “Come step into my parlour,”    He says with charmed guile.    I shift my weight, the slats of the wooden bench a stark testament to how long I’ve been sitting out here. Am I even in the right place? I check the message on my phone one more time, even though the chances of it reading any different to the other thirty-something times I’d read it were slim to none... ‘Entrance to the park on 5th and Main, tonight at 7 pm....

This is what they meant when they said ‘dark as pitch’. Clarissa shuffled along, one hand on the clammy wall to guide her, the other held out to keep her from bumping into something or – much as she hated to consider it – someone. She felt confident that if she kept along the wall, she would soon encounter a door. Surely every room had to have a door, albeit that she’d come to the conclusion that there were either no wind...

You are more than your skin – Hiding in shadows Beaten down by a world Driven by men whose  Prowess you threaten You are more than your painted lips – On a journey without a map A quest with no magic wand Instruction manual not included Destination unknown You are more than your ruffled skirts – Trying in vain to please the masses Pouting at camera lenses Swaying your hips seductively  In your endless pursuit to be adored...

The package arrived at his home on a Monday morning, 10:42 am to be exact. George remembered this because that was the day his assistant, Clarissa, was late to arrive. She had called to apologise, there had been a smash-up on the freeway and while the four vehicle pile-up had not been her fault, he would have docked her pay if she had been remiss in informing him. In fact, he found himself trying to justify doing so anywa...

Stanley fell to the ground as the sound of gunfire rang out louder than he had ever heard before. He crawled on arms and knees until he was clear of his bedroom window, just as his mother had taught them to do at times like those – and there were many in their neighbourhood.“Joey! Stanley!” His mother shouted from the other room.“I’m okay, Mamma. I’m safe,” Stanley shouted down the hall as he rose to his feet.“Oh thank th...

Mary turned to look back one last time at the only home she had ever known. Leaving had been the hardest thing ever – yet she had no doubt that harder things still lay ahead. She had packed hurriedly, wanting to be gone before the townsfolk showed up with their kindness. She took care while packing, not wanting to take anything that would be missed. Her plan would only work if the town believed that she had been taken aga...

The woodsman had many talents, but caring for newly-born baby girls was not among them, so he did the only thing he could think of – he took the child to the village church. The pastor’s wife was in the garden picking tomatoes for their breakfast when he rushed from the woods holding the screaming bundle. “Oh Lord! What is this, Tom?” She rushed from the tomato beds and took the child from him. “Ma’am, I have no clue. I f...

Once upon a time, in a long forgotten land, there lived a young woman whose name struck fear into even the bravest of hearts. She lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of a deep forest, near an old dried up creek. Her name was Arwyn. Please indulge me as I turn back the clock to the night Arwyn was born – it was the night of the full moon, late in October. You see, that was the night a druid girl, heavy with child, was trav...

I’ve once again been given a task by a friend in the hopes that random writing will somehow lift the huge block that’s been weighing down my work of late. In all honesty, I think that he’s only giving me these little tasks so he can get me to shut up about how much I miss my laptop - it crashed about a week ago. The task is for me to write a musing about anything. Now while I’m really good at musing, I’m not in the habit...

“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, 'The one I feed the most'.”   ― George Bernard Shaw   *****   "Could you rephrase that, please? I'm not sure I understand the question." She s...