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Damned Words 15

DAMNED WORDS 15 by Pen of the Damned

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Rusted Relics
Jon Olson

Are they gone? The Creepers I mean? Fuck that was close. Too close. Shit, they almost got me. Cold-blooded bastards. They’re most active in the sun, yet you ventured out in daylight. We can’t take any more chances; there are so few of us left now. At one time, we were many; powerful and dominant. Then the Creepers came. Their war with us was quick; brutal; unrelenting; genocidal. These old war machines, these rusted relics, once a source of pride in our dominance, now gravestones of a dying civilization. Grim reminders of what we were and of what we’ve become.

Zack Kullis

Delirium from the dehydration twisted his worst memory to the sweetest- the blood.  The fall into the abandoned coal pulverizer broke his back and legs, but the compound fracture in his left leg covered his face with blood.  Warm, wet blood.  What had…

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What’s Inside

This week from Pen of the Damned comes WHAT’S INSIDE by Christopher A Liccardi

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“Did you do it, did you open that thing?” William asked. Shelly was sitting on a splintered tree that had fallen during the storm. She didn’t take her eyes off the box. She’d been holding on to it since the storm.

“Not yet, but I want to open it. Don’t you think I should? I want to see what’s inside,” she whimpered.

Shelly found the black box, with its weird writing and odd symbols while they were digging through the debris. What they found was this ancient relic Shelly had inherited from her mother.

From the second she touched the box, she’d been unable to do more than sit, cradling it like an injured child. She hadn’t eaten or slept much in days and wouldn’t leave it long enough to go with William to the shelter.

“Honey, you need to put that damn thing down and get some food…

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BLOG TOUR: An #Interview with John Mc Caffrey

An interview with John Mc Caffrey from Sirens Call Publications

The Sirens Song

Sirens Call Publications recently released Nora’s Wish, a novella by author John Mc Caffrey. As we like to do with all of our authors, we took a few months to probe his grey matter in search of some tasty tidbits and tempting morsels to entice readers. The following interview speaks to the fun that transpired…

Sirens Call Publications: Welcome John! Why don’t you take a moment to tell our captive audience about yourself.

John Mc Caffrey: I grew up in and around Chicago, and currently live in northern Indiana with my wife and two dogs. I began writing seriously about five years ago and since then have appeared in various anthologies and magazines. Nora’s Wish is my first novella released through the fine folks at Sirens Call Publications.

SCP: What made you decide to become a writer?

John: I’ve been an avid reader since the second grade. Books and…

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The Game of Life

This week from Pen of the Damned comes THE GAME OF LIFE by Tyr Kieran

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Beads of sweat emphasized the early night’s chill along his exposed neck and brow. The Policeman stood on their stoop, shifting his weight as much for warmth as from impatience. After a few brisk moments, a man answered the door.

“Oh… hello, Officer,” the homeowner said, greeting him with large, hesitant eyes. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you, Sir,” the officer replied. “We have a criminal on the run in this neighborhood, so for everyone’s safety, we’re performing house to house searches. Would you mind?”

“No, not at all. Please, come in.” The man stepped back and ushered the policeman into his home.

The house was warm and full of light. Two faces peered at him from an adjoining dinning room. The officer could smell Christmas dinner before he saw the mouthwatering spread.

“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “We’re just taking…

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RAW by Pen of the Damned’s Nina D’Arcangela

Pen of the Damned

I pound my torn fists against the sides of this box, but the effort is useless – there is no escaping oneself.  Scratching, clawing, chewing a splinter I manage to create in my mad scrambling does no good; I simply ravage myself further. Bloody and raw, I fill with a pressure that threatens to burst from my haggard being, further tainting this polluted soul.

There is no escape from the crushing weight of my prison. I beg to be saved from the anguish in which I languor; but there is no salvation, not for me; not for one so undeserving, uncherished, unloved. There is only the false glimmer of light, one my inner demon allows me to glimpse for his enjoyment and my unrelenting torture.

Scuffed, scrapped, tattered and torn, a thing not palatable to another, I slide to my knees; a pile of rent flesh brutalized by the walls surrounding me. I clutch at the only thing I have left…

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Wounded Warriors

A powerful poem by Paul F. Lenzi

Poesy plus Polemics

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tell them you care
broken bodies
who stood your defense
broken spirits
who minded your sleep

joes and janes
fellow citizens moved
by a sound
few acknowledge
the whisper of duty
come calling
with liberty’s voice

janes and joes
fellow citizens stirred
to make sacrifice
honored to serve
under colors
they willingly took
dire risk to preserve

now returned
fellow citizens
needing of healing
call out in whispers
tell them you care

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Here is my interview with Jon Olson

An Interview with Jon Olson


Name Jon Olson

Age 32 years old

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc: 

I was born in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada and my family moved to Nova Scotia shortly thereafter. I grew up in the small town of Truro and after high school I went to pursue my Bachelor of Arts with a Major in History and Minor in English at Saint Francis Xavier University. Once I obtained my degree, I moved to Dartmouth and got a job working as a Security Checkpoint Coordinator at the Halifax Robert L. Stanfield International Airport. I now live in Eastern Passage, Nova Scotia with my wife, daughter and three cats.

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

My short story Forgotten Flight was released as an eBook on Amazon and Smashwords.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I’ve been writing since I was 7 but it’s only been…

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