You turned and looked at me

Though I never saw your face

It haunts me in my dreams

The image I’ll never know

The lost world we lived inside

The darkness so hollow

The only thing worth anything

There inside, was you

But the dream burned in the daylight

Blackening my view

I recommend Tim Waggoner’s book Writing In The Dark for anyone delving into horror fiction. It just came out last year and covers a lot of great information specific to the genre as well as writing in general. Here is my full review on Horror Oasis: https://horroroasis.com/writing-in-the-dark-by-tim-waggoner/

Update: At the time of my review Tim’s book was on the preliminary ballot for The Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in Non-Fiction, but he is now a Finalist for Award. He also has an article that is a finalist for The Bram Stoker for Superior Achievement in Short Non-Fiction, which was featured in November 2020 issue of The Writer, and you can read it on their website: https://www.writermag.com/improve-your-writing/fiction/beginner-horror-writer/

There’s a workbook under development for Writing In The Dark, so look for that in the future.

Tim also just published a novel with Flame Tree Press, Your Turn To Suffer. Here’s the blurb for that: “Lorelai Palumbo is harassed by a sinister group calling themselves The Cabal. They accuse her of having committed unspeakable crimes in the past, and now she must pay. The Cabal begins taking her life apart one piece at a time – her job, her health, the people she loves – and she must try to figure out what The Cabal thinks she’s done if she’s to have any hope of answering their charges and salvaging her life.”

Also: There is a 3-day writer’s symposium this weekend (March 26-28, 2021).

The link and all of the information to register for the symposium is: https://hopin.com/events/writing-in-the-dark-spring-edition?fbclid=IwAR3R0jVQIUJ11k6HWAYoxAWzk__1JPbPHgmYbW6xa-QcLRphx7pAL33kZ78

Tim Waggoner has a great blog which you should also check out, and consider subscribing to: http://writinginthedarktw.blogspot.com/

I am a lonely lamppost on a murky path

The wickedness in a morbid laugh

I am fear that sinks deep in the bone

That’s black as a raven and dead as stone

Darkness is my only home

and light will kill it all away

Death

You are a winding clock

That I can’t unlock

And you go tick tock,

into the night

Death

You are a sleepless day

Where I waste away

And I cannot stay

By your side

Death

You are the cold night air

And the hollow stare

of a maiden’s fair

ghost bride

Death

You are the darkest dream

Of a horrific scheme

To make me scream

As you bite