Emily’s crib remained empty, except for her teddy bear. I looked at it and tears filled my eyes. Its button eyes were filled with melancholy.
The divorce was finalized yesterday and Greta took Emily to Chicago.
I grabbed the teddy bear and smelled it. It smelled of baby shampoo: Emily’s.
Doug has contributed to the popular horror anthology Demonic Visions 50 Horror Tales. His poetry is also featured in Poetry Quarterly and was an editor’s choice in a New England poetry publication.
Bobby heard grumbling coming from under his bed. He looked under the bed and saw his own face staring back at him.
He was consequently sucked under his own bed and devoured, bones and all.
Bobby does all his chores now! Bobby’s parents love the new Bobby.
Whoever he is…
Doug has contributed to all three issues of Demonic Visions: 50 Horror Tales.
My parents never believed me that I had an evil clown living in my closet until they met him one day.
“Stop telling tall tales,” mom would say, and dad would chime in, too. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
It took me days to remove my parents’ bloodstains from the carpet.
Doug has contributed to the popular horror anthology Demonic Visions 50 Horror Tales. Doug’s poetry is also featured in Poetry Quarterly and was an editor’s choice in a New England poetry publication.
A knock on my front door awakened me.
When I opened the door I saw a red fellow who stood three feet high. He asked me for a cup of sugar.
I was out of sugar.
He flew billions of light years and went home empty-handed.
Small tragedy I suppose.
Doug attends Wittenberg University. He hopes to entertain the world through the written word.