Grave Plots

How do cold knives feel so searing? The pit of my arm is screaming, crying crimson. My brittle flesh glided through, like an eye in its socket; it had always belonged there. And now, as I sprawl this out on my wall in my own lineage, I realise why he'd chosen to only paralyse my arm. He's coming back; he never left the house.

  Mummy says it's fun to be nice. I like fun. School is fun. I play with the other kids there. I don't like Chris, though. He's mean to me, and I don't like it. Sometimes he takes my toys and hides them. I decided to play with him today. We played dinosaurs. I was a t-rex. I don't know what he was. Teacher told me T-rex’s were the biggest killers in nature. Dinosaurs fight all the time, but only one wins. When we played, I put his neck in my hands .  It wasn't too hard. Just a few crunches and snaps and the T-rex wins. He fell, but I found someone else to play with. Mummy says it's fun to be nice, so I'll be nice and play with them all, I'll play with everyone.

I love cooking so much. Well, not cooking, more baking. My mother used to bake with me when I was young, but recently the apples and berries have gone sour and I need to search for some new ingredients. Meat pies, though, oh boy do they taste good! Mine, however, not so much. They always turn out so gritty and stringy. Maybe I need better ingredients or better cuts of meat? I prefer focusing on presentation more, though. Making pretty pictures on pies and seeing shocked faces at my handy work. I just need to find the most beautiful people to bake them for, such as my friend here. He'll like it. I hope so. It has his face. the detail of his wrinkles will make an excellent accent on the crust.

 Never a quiet moment in my life. Visit the kids, take the tooth and bring it home. every day. It gets repetitive and boring. But I figured out how to shake things up a bit. We fairies collect the teeth of children and bring them back to our superiors, but work is so slow right now. No children, no teeth. So I've started bringing tools to work. Nothing big, just pliers … maybe a hammer or two. Orphanages are the best, though. So many sleeping children have so many teeth. You know, fairy dust is the best anesthetic. The bone fairies will be happy that I made so much progress.

  The show must go on, they say. You can't have a circus without the acts. It's not a carnival without a clown, and I am no clown, but he was. What a performance this will be. My acrobatic skills are rusty, but the extra arms I've stitched to my sides should help with balance. I just hope my makeup's red enough. Carnival food isn't exactly the best for your blood. Gotta wait for the cue my show time is nigh. The ringmaster is the heart of the circus, well now I am the circus. The tightrope looks high, but the added legs will do wonders for my balance. I always loved the phrase "eye in the back of your head." At least now I can see the audience from all angles , hear them too if these damn new ears work , I knew that juggler was too old to stay in the show, and the bastard needed hearing aids! Ah, the slow rise of the curtain, just like every night, but the audience was less than enthusiastic. I hope they didn't find the rest of the crew or atleast the...

It happened again. I fell asleep in the middle of the day. I can feel my legs moving, but I don't know where to. Maybe another bar? Perhaps to meet someone? I'm not sure if he always knows where to go, though. It was nice to take a break and still work to start with, but now I'm just bored. It's been like this for as long as I can remember; I'll wake up somewhere random, sometimes sweating like I've run a mile, sometimes covered in blood. I started when I was five. I'd wake up outside with fur in my mouth and a pet missing. Once, it was even the family cat! If you can believe that. Lately he's been experimenting , I'm not sure what with, but the house is starting to smell weird. Ah, awake once more, surprisingly in a place I know. I walk up my street and to my door. I guess it's just another mundane day. Maybe I actually went to work this time. As I fumble with my keys, I feel him in the back of my head. I don't think he was ready to let me...

I don't know where to post this, so I'll write it here. I'll start at the beginning in case you didn't see the news coverage. I'm a mother of one beautiful little girl, don't be fooled, I don't live in a rural town or the middle of nowhere. I actually live in an apartment block in midtown Manhattan, so it's very busy, very packed, always around people. I'm not a busy person by any means. I actually like a quieter life. I work, I go home, I look after my girl , and I sleep. But lately, everything has been harsher. Tighter. What do I mean by that? Well, my landlord started to lock my door earlier and with an extra lock. Regardless of how hard I knock and ask to be let out, I don't even get a response. I was fine with having a clear glass door, but this seems to be excessive. Anyway, back to my story. My daughter hasn't been speaking lately. She also has not left the room in a long time ; not even when I go to work.  My boss has me playing boa...

  Nature can be so beautiful a fox will eat half a rat the ground will have the rest. Mushrooms will grow from mouldy dead plants. And the ground reclaims us all. Sometimes the ground swallows us before we are ready but we soon come to terms with our new dirt bed. The ground will sometimes wail and scream to me to bring them back to our world but I don't hear it anymore. Not even when I still have my shovel in hand and I stand by my dirt piles out back. So here is your invite!: You are invited to my back garden cookout, various meats will be supplied (no vegan options available MEAT ONLY.) Please bring plywood sheets preferably around your height but adjustments can be made oh and don't forget nails. No need to arrange how to get home after I can take care of that.

I felt the shiver in my heart, all too familiar but just as strong. I gripped the handle tighter. Even felt my knuckles turn white. His ashy grey face just pissed me off more. I knew I should’ve sharpened this before I left. I just got too excited; it's such a shame I had to pick this one. Guess you should’ve taken longer before coming back in the room. I worked so hard on this special batch, picking the mushrooms myself; who knew something so deadly could grow somewhere so serene. You know, once in a drink you can't taste the mushroom , in fact, I think it would taste ever so nice, but you had to waste my wine. WHY WONT THIS KNIFE CUT! This would’ve been painless and quiet. I tried so hard not to ruin that "pretty" face... You know, patience is a virtue. Not long now, I promise. Just got to get to that brain , I'll be gentle. Don't worry, those ropes should hold. Now don ’t cry, you’ll get the blindfold all wet and that’s just no fun. One more jab and I...