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Dream a Little Scream of Me | A Poem

Dream a little dream of me When you sleep I will creep On your fears and superstitions While you pray I will play I’m the lurker in your closet Boogeyman Yes I can Make you fear what lay in shadows Scaredy cat Insomniac I’m the ghoul beneath your bed I breed fright When there’s no light Fill you up with dread and doubt Am I a lie You decide I’m the monster in your nightmares Sending thrills That give you chills Just dream a big ol’ scream for me Then face the fears That you hold dear Written: December 15, 2009. My first and preferred title was “Dream of Me, Scream for Me”. This poem originally featured in Dreams and Screams, a print anthology published by Liquid Imagination Magazine in August 2010. Copyright © 2010-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords


On Shadowy Ground | An Excerpt

{ 456-word excerpt } Earlier I had thought it was something scurrying around in the foliage like a raccoon or some nocturnal rodent.  But this time it sounded like something bigger.  The movements were quite sluggish for a small animal. I snapped my head around, surveying the scene, but in the gloom of night everything was gray and black, covered in shadows.  Naturally my display of alarm had alerted Jess. “Quinn!  What’s wrong?” “Shhh! Be quite,” I whispered.  “Did you hear that noise?” “What noise?” she whispered back, thankfully. I listened intently. Nothing. Then it came again but this time it was in the trees, up above.  And close by. “That, did you hear that?” Jess wasn’t alarmed.  “Yeah, but it’s probably just some dumb animal.  No biggie, baby.”   I think her hormones were clouding her judgment.  She pulled me in close to her again and started That-Thing-She-Does to my neck. I wondered if I was delusional.  However, the more Jess did her Thing, the more I just wanted her—spooks or no spooks.  After a …

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The Underneath | A Bizarro Flash of Horror

{ 691 words } Ramsey noticed the mole on his left arm while in the shower earlier that morning, but his mind didn’t quite register what it was through the morning maze of his 6 A.M. mind.  At the time the previous night’s dreams lingered tenuously in his consciousness like intangible, fragmented ghosts. Now, while he sat at his small gray cubicle ready to assume the role of corporate worker ant, he eye-balled the thing.  He observed that it was dark tan in color, round in shape and entirely . . . new.  The mole had not been there last month, nor a week ago, and most certainly not just yesterday. Yet there it sat on the inner side of his forearm halfway between his wrist and elbow. Ramsey looked around the office bullpen to see if anyone was paying him any attention.  Lunch hour had arrived so the office became relatively spare of people, save for the other loners who ate at their desks like he did.  He put his chicken salad sandwich down and …

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Pieces of Candice | An Excerpt

{ 772-word excerpt } Back at my place you should have seen the poor gal.  She was sopping wet with the sky’s tears and her own.  Candice had come out of her state of shock by the time we had reached my cabin.  I suppose that Franklin’s passing had finally dawned on her.  She had to be quite distraught for the multitude of resident house flies and other flighty, six-legged critters to go largely unnoticed. “It’s my fault he died!  It was my shift to drive when the car must have lost contact with the road.”  She tried to control her sobbing but to no avail.  “We crashed into the trees.  I’m so stupid, it should have been me.  It’s not fair!” However, I could not seem to make logic of her rationale on the subject.  But no one has ever accused me of having a reservoir of sympathy, either.  Actually, I thought her to be foolish and babbling.  Yet being the gracious and very anxious host that I was, I was determined to comfort …