“Good-morning-my-precious-little-birdie,” I singsonged to him. The baby mobile I constructed out of twigs, raven feathers, and jimson weed must have helped too. My wife would light scented candles and coo above him, her favorite old leather-bound book in hand. When I couldn’t take it anymore, she took the reins and consoled him. The bags under my eyes sank heavy as if summoned by the vast, unnamed gods below. For weeks, we tolerated the intense whimpering and writhing in his bassinet. When we brought Roland into our home, he had a difficult time adjusting. This is the opening flash story to my debut horror book: Anoka: A Collection of Indigenous Horror. Thank you all for helping us get over 2,000 subscribers! Not Allowed: Memes, porn, anything that isn't horror.īecause I know the question has been raised before, this subreddit is unlike nosleep because not all the stories are in the first person, and we act as if they were a work of fiction. If you have a good subreddit message us and we will add it to the sidebar.Ħ: Any posts that are advertisements or solicitations or offers of services are restricted to a once every 30 days limit.Įncouraged: Submitting horror writing for critique or just for fun, requests for advice, links of interest to other horror writers, AMAs with important figures in horror literature.
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