Well, so far the few people that have read "Dracula Meets the Clutter Crew" have given it a thumbs-up. I witnessed one such reader and he laughed at all the right spots, so I consider that a win! It is in the hands (or inbox) of the editor now.
I'm still working away at my Haiku Horror Stories and have a favorite already. Not sure how many of these suckers would constitute a book, but I'll keep writing them and eventually, I'll stop. Here's a freebie:
When you meet John Doe
Try not to look at his hands
Its better that way
If you do see them
You'll see the thick, heavy scars
All pink and tender
And you'll catch a glimpse
Of the stub of a pinkie
With smoothed-over ends
You'll stare at his hands
And wonder how it happened
And get lost in thought
While you are staring
You'll remember a murder
A year or so back
When a girl was killed
And her face burned with acid
To hide who she was
And then something clicks
As you look look into his eyes
You'll smile out of fear
But he won't smile back
See, he knows what you're thinking
He's seen it before
So don't turn your back
Now that you know his secret
Or you will be next
I'm still working away at my Haiku Horror Stories and have a favorite already. Not sure how many of these suckers would constitute a book, but I'll keep writing them and eventually, I'll stop. Here's a freebie:
When you meet John Doe
Try not to look at his hands
Its better that way
If you do see them
You'll see the thick, heavy scars
All pink and tender
And you'll catch a glimpse
Of the stub of a pinkie
With smoothed-over ends
You'll stare at his hands
And wonder how it happened
And get lost in thought
While you are staring
You'll remember a murder
A year or so back
When a girl was killed
And her face burned with acid
To hide who she was
And then something clicks
As you look look into his eyes
You'll smile out of fear
But he won't smile back
See, he knows what you're thinking
He's seen it before
So don't turn your back
Now that you know his secret
Or you will be next
perfect!
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks Max!
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